Yesterday was the Saturday KAIA run at Coyote Trail. When I got up my knees were sore and I decided to skip trying to run. I took my son to Shabbos School for his weekly Hebrew lesson and Temple. After I dropped him off, I spoke to the Rabbi about the Vikingsholm trail. He said he wife was going to be running it that day and it was clear and beautiful, so I drove over.
I have to admit to a little trepidation. The last time I did that hike, was in 2004. I weighed over 300 pounds and my husband and I almost died trying to get back to the top carrying a 2 year old sleeping child.
When I arrived it looked like this picture (which I borrowed from newsdig.com because mine didn’t come out this good.) The sun was shining. The trail was wide and clear and dry except in two tiny spots that some kind soul had sanded. The birds were singing. Small snow melt creeks were tumbling musically down the mountainside. A gentle breeze was caressing the hillside. The 1 mile walk downhill was easy, even on my sore knees. I never even put on my headphones – I spent the entire 20 minutes drinking in the sights and sounds of nature.
At the bottom I walked around and admired the carvings on the house and the stained glass windows, the roofs with grass/sod tops (they plant flowers in the summer – must come back!) and spent some time standing on the edge of the lake, drinking in the beauty. It was fairly deserted. One couple taking duck pictures. Two women who jogged past onto the Rubicon Trail. I started along it, but it was shaded and a bit more icy and I promised my son I wouldn’t go on an icy trail by myself, so I headed back.
The trail starts to climb almost immediately. I took my time, one step at a time. I got my heart rate up. I stretch out my legs and knees and back and got a workout. But I made it in about 30 minutes, even with a stop for water and to enjoy a beautiful carved bench for a few minutes. It felt good to know that I’m 10 years older, but much, much healthier and in better shape.
I missed the company of my Kaia girls, but I think that hour and a half of hiking fed my soul for the whole week.