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Simply Im a mom trying to suffer through life trials and set backs with a smile on my face and a new outlook on life! Being a single mom in utah and owning a tractor trailer has really made my life interesting... And lets not forget dating in your 30's that could drive anyone insane! Therapy is needed so I have decided to blog... maybe through humor, tears and strength we can all pull through..

Sunday, September 26, 2010

the hill, happiness,

sometimes we dont even know that we can do it till we try it. There is this hill in lehi. Its near the cemetary and next to the gravel pit. I know for a fact its a 90 degree angle. Honest! Well I have lived here for 10 years and 4 years I have been running. Last year I truly began to love it and began to love running outdoors. Not once have I ever tackled the hill.

This summer I did! I would occasionally make the turn for the hill with a certain beat in my ears from my Ipod i would look at my running partner and tell her "lets go!"

Up the hill we would start... my breathes would go with the beats and I would ease up the hill. Ciara next to me in a consistent jog.

Making it to the top I would come to a stop heaving for air and accomplished! Slowly walking the rest of the block to catch my breathe....

The other night was different. We made the turn, turned up the tunes and glided up the hill. I was full of energy and seemed to ease up the hill. I made it to the top with my heart pounding and my legs digging into the pavement. This time as I eased to the top the pressure eased off my lungs and I continued to run. There was no need to stop and catch my breathe. The pressure of the hill was off my body and I eased into an easier jog. I did it! I had conquered the hill.
Running is my yoga. I push until my mind cannot think of anything other than your body conditioning, pushing, breathing and surviving. At that moment life is clear. Clear mind, your ears hear your lungs inhale, you mind feels your legs push and ache, its a high. I never believed in the high until i found it.
The closer to the top the more it hurt and the harder I pushed.
Sometimes out of pure pain and my lungs refusing to inhale I would stop at the top. Ciara stopping and looking at me. Now at the beginning she wasnt so hot herself.
Running in the morning and at night is different.
Morning is clear, and sharp.
Nights are heavy, and hot.... Love the dark.
Now my next challenge? Not sure... I just kicked ass on the 90 degree hill....

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