the beaver pond


Trail run Sunday: I forgot how hilly this trail was. It’s a short trail that has a loop around a little lake and a beaver pond which the beavers appear to have abandoned. In the spring it is heavily scented with skunk weed, which while it smells like cat pee, is a beautiful plant. The trail is fairly technical at different points with a lot of tree roots and slippery moss covered rocks. There was a good amount of hiking uphill, today, and an occasional tip toe downhill so I didn’t massacre an ankle.

This run helped me to see just how out of shape I am right now. When I’ve run this in the past, in good running shape, it’s felt like a sweet short run. In the past I’ve added on other parts of the trail, out the Pacific Northwest Trail and up Alger Alp, for views over Skagit valley of farms and foothills. In the past I’ve been nimble enough that the obstacles were fun, not obstacles. Yes, today was not the past, but I didn’t find myself dreading any of today’s hills as I might have in the past; I just ran up the portion I could and gave myself permission to walk when my heart pounded. I allowed myself to stop, stand, and breathe at beautiful overlooks.

In summary: I’ve work to do, but I’m going to be gentle and kind to myself doing it. I will explore and take in each moment with love and appreciation for the beauty that surrounds me and of what my body IS capable of.

To explain that last post:
Every year for the past couple years I’ve gotten together with a couple guys who I’ve been friends with forever to play in a pond hockey tournament. We’ve spread out over the years, but keep coming together for a bit of puck.
We first played at the Thousand Islands Pond Hockey Tournament in Gananoque, Ontario and for the past two we’ve played at the Beaver Cup on the Rideau in Ottawa.
Success has only ever been limited on the scoresheet.

Photo from an old beaver pond in Holyoke, Massachusetts. Something that makes me smile since I was a little kid :)


Many thanks! Just got some difficult news about a half hour ago, so all good wishes and all beauty are even more appreciated.

P.S.: I went to Holyoke once.