Pikas! I identify with pikas. A very narrow range of environments where they can live. I used to see them when I was hiking up in the Wallowas in NE Oregon. I don't live there now, and I miss it, but your hike reminds me of places there, and in Boulder where I grew up.
I’m 63 years old. When I was in my 30’s I loved running and identified myself as fit and healthy.
Eventually running became too hard on my joints. Now I find joy in cycling. Last summer I biked 750 miles from Pueblo CO to Yellowstone Park.
There are a lot of ways to be athletic. I find now that the satisfaction I get from being physically active is about meeting my activity at whatever condition I’m in. The joy and clarity I feel after a hard ride is just like how I used to feel after running a track workout or a race. It’s just that I no longer care how today’s performance compares to yesterday’s.
I love your new "attitude of gratitude." During my years of turmoil and setbacks I developed the habit of just saying "fuck it and forget it." Strangely (magically?) it became a release that allowed me to keep on trudging up life's hill. I do like your's better, though.
Mark from Lovely Ouray, currently boondock camped on Cedar Mesa in the equally lovely state of Utah. :) Keep on writing! Purge the negative!!!
"If nothing is certain, then anything is possible."
Jill Homer
"He Who Learns Must Suffer
Even In our sleep, pain, which cannot forget, falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.” - Aeschylus
Reducing the bodily disregulation caused by constant stimulated stress pathways is healing at the root cause.
Love this post. Your “Every day is a gift” mantra is a good one to have, especially in these fraught times. Your writing is so eloquent.
Pikas! I identify with pikas. A very narrow range of environments where they can live. I used to see them when I was hiking up in the Wallowas in NE Oregon. I don't live there now, and I miss it, but your hike reminds me of places there, and in Boulder where I grew up.
Gratitude...one day at a time.
I’m 63 years old. When I was in my 30’s I loved running and identified myself as fit and healthy.
Eventually running became too hard on my joints. Now I find joy in cycling. Last summer I biked 750 miles from Pueblo CO to Yellowstone Park.
There are a lot of ways to be athletic. I find now that the satisfaction I get from being physically active is about meeting my activity at whatever condition I’m in. The joy and clarity I feel after a hard ride is just like how I used to feel after running a track workout or a race. It’s just that I no longer care how today’s performance compares to yesterday’s.
I love your new "attitude of gratitude." During my years of turmoil and setbacks I developed the habit of just saying "fuck it and forget it." Strangely (magically?) it became a release that allowed me to keep on trudging up life's hill. I do like your's better, though.
Mark from Lovely Ouray, currently boondock camped on Cedar Mesa in the equally lovely state of Utah. :) Keep on writing! Purge the negative!!!
"If nothing is certain, then anything is possible."
Jill Homer
"He Who Learns Must Suffer
Even In our sleep, pain, which cannot forget, falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.” - Aeschylus
Reducing the bodily disregulation caused by constant stimulated stress pathways is healing at the root cause.
Thanks for the vivid fall hike in the mountains!