The Call of the Wild.

It’s that time of year again. The kids are back in school and are into their routines. The colors are out. Triathlon season is over, marathon season is going strong. The air has turned crisp. The trail shoes are out….

pave covered on red leaf between trees
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This is my favorite time of year. There are many reasons for that: the colors, Halloween and Thanksgiving, cooler temps. This is the time of year that the trails start to call me. There’s something about those magical trail shoes I have that make me feel like I am unstoppable. The crunch of the rocks and roots under my feet, the different colors adorning the trees, the quietness of the trail.

Who can resist? When the temperatures start to drop, running feels easier. I look forward to the mornings when all of the kids are at school. The littlest goes in around 9 am, and then….I’m off. I take my time and get lost on the trail. All I need is some water and a snack, and I can disappear.

No one needs me right now. It’s my time. I don’t have to be at work (at least not until later). I don’t have to run errands (those can wait). I can just be free. This only happens twice a week, my trail time. The night before, I can barely wait. The morning creeps by, so slowly it can be maddening. And then, 9:00 is finally here.

During those runs, I can’t tell you what happens. I don’t know myself. I know I’m out there thinking and working through things. I know that I feel more grounded and calm when I’m done. But, I can’t remember all of the thoughts that fly in and out my mind while I running. It’s just a stream of consciousness, my thoughts flow and my feet glide.

bridge photography during daytime
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When I’m done and back to the car, everything has changed. Now, it is time to pick life and responsibility back up, and to resume with my schedule. Everything feels easier now, everything feels good. With pink cheeks, a slight smile, and little glow, I go and pick up my tiny person from school feeling refreshed.

“What did you do today when I was at school mommy?”

“I got lost on the trail.”

“Was it scary being lost?”

“No, honey. It was magical.”

Run Happy. Run Long.


Amy is a marathoner and triathlete, a mother of four, an Exercise Physiologist and a Physical Therapist. She lives with her husband, Dan (also a marathoner and triathlete), and kids in Lewis Center.



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