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I am an HGTV nerd; I love anything dealing with houses. Running past those amazing Aspen, CO houses had me wishing I'd brought my camera! They were sitting right on the river, and it was as if their floor to ceiling windows were standing watch over the furious rapids below. Every one I saw was my favorite. After a few miles-- and a turnaround after going the wrong direction-- the landscape began to change as I left the center of Aspen. Occasionally, I saw a large house, but I was mostly swept along by the river to my left and rock formations on my right. It was so beautiful! The river began to carve into the rocks as I went along, until it was like a small canyon of to my left. It was black at first, before turning to a magnificent burnt ember as I ran along. The crisp air felt wonderful on my legs, and the idea crept into my head: what if I just keep running, forever? I entertained the notion as the path began to rise. What had started as a small river in the city had now grown to a rushing body of water, now very far below the path. I was up on a cliff, running in the sunlight and wishing I could pick up my life and drop myself right there in the midst of the Colorado mountains. I came around the corner as the trail took a sharp right, and carefully navigated my footing so I wouldn't end up as floating cargo in the river below. That's when I saw the most beautiful trickling spring, falling from the rocks above me. There was a pool carved out on the right side of the path, leaving very little room for anyone to pass the narrow spot. Sprinkled with water, I once again felt remorse that I hadn't brought even my phone, for a picture. "Maybe mom will have made it that far," I told myself wishfully. I looked at my watch, and realized it had almost been an hour. I had to make it around that bend though!
I could see the trail curving for many miles on ahead, carved into the mountainside and glinting in the sun. I decided that I had to make it a little further at least! In all honesty, I was picturing seeing the Pacific Ocean on the other side...as in: I ran all the way from Aspen to the west coast of California. I guess the scenery got the best of my creative brain...
photo credit: aspenjournalism.org |
I wasn't exactly home safe yet though. See, I have this clever way of challenging myself in most everything I do. In running, it combines with my poor math skills to consistently give me a longer run than planned. Most everyone knows, that if I said I'd be out for an hour, it'll be more like 75 minutes. I always run a bit faster on the way back-- I love to finish strong-- and I like putting myself in that exciting time-trial situation. That being said, it has also gotten me in big trouble with parents and coaches alike. Most of the time, it's subconscious though, I just kind of keep running before I turn around!
The stream/waterfall I ran past (photo credit: aspentimes.com) |
Finally, I sped through the park and sprinted down the street before keeling over at the entrance to the lodge to catch my breath. I walked up toward the room, where the rest of the family was packing up for our big hike that day. "I'll be read in just a minute," I told my mom-- after explaining and apologizing for my extended absence. With that, I cracked open the porch door and collapsed onto the floor. My oldest brother stopped packing the Camelback for a minute and chuckled at me: spread out on the floor with a big grin stretched across my face. "The run," I said, still catching my breath, "It was beautiful!"
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