JEKBreatheandBelieve
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This morning I went for a run. I am trying to make a habit of running on the mornings after therapy as a way to release some of that trauma energy. I love running in the woods, but I have been too afraid to do it for years. We moved in April and there are trails near our house. This morning I ran to the trail entrance and decided to run back on the trail. Well, the trail does not run parallel to the road like I thought. It winds back and forth and up and down through woods and fields. When I got to the brook, I found peace and beauty for a few minutes. Then, I pushed on because I knew it was getting late.
A little while longer I found myself at another little brook and the trail seemed to end. I searched around for a bit and found a tiny sign tucked in a tree that said "trail continues across the brook". I then saw a tiny brook with no bridge and a tiny trail through the tall grasses on the other side. I looked at that tiny brook for a few minutes. I contemplated the possibilities: Give up and turn back (taking a much longer time to get home), try to jump and end up falling back into the brook and getting wet, try jump and land successfully, walk through the brook and get wet. I chose to jump and by a small miracle I landed without falling.
I continued through the grass and back to the woods. I heard many birds, a few deer, and a lot of insects. I was a sweaty, and slightly bloody mess. I was scared that I was on the wrong trail and would end up far from home. But I pushed on. Eventually I ended up on the road that leads to mine. I never go that way so I wasn't positive I was in the right spot, but I continued as though I was.
Eventually I saw my road, I ran home. I was met by my family (headed out to look for me). And I felt a sense of accomplishment. I tried somet
A little while longer I found myself at another little brook and the trail seemed to end. I searched around for a bit and found a tiny sign tucked in a tree that said "trail continues across the brook". I then saw a tiny brook with no bridge and a tiny trail through the tall grasses on the other side. I looked at that tiny brook for a few minutes. I contemplated the possibilities: Give up and turn back (taking a much longer time to get home), try to jump and end up falling back into the brook and getting wet, try jump and land successfully, walk through the brook and get wet. I chose to jump and by a small miracle I landed without falling.
I continued through the grass and back to the woods. I heard many birds, a few deer, and a lot of insects. I was a sweaty, and slightly bloody mess. I was scared that I was on the wrong trail and would end up far from home. But I pushed on. Eventually I ended up on the road that leads to mine. I never go that way so I wasn't positive I was in the right spot, but I continued as though I was.
Eventually I saw my road, I ran home. I was met by my family (headed out to look for me). And I felt a sense of accomplishment. I tried somet
