Today I felt compelled to go outside. I needed fresh air, I needed to hike. It was an insistent urge. I have been feeling out of sorts, sad, restless, unsatisfied. It could be any number of things, but I knew staying inside was a bad idea. And so I turned to the woods.
I didn’t want to drive 45-60 minutes to a state park, I just wanted to step outside my door. So I decided to walk along the rails to trails near my home. And I couldn’t wait either. I went early in the morning, when it was still quite cold. I could have waited maybe an hour or two to get some sunlight and warmth, but I couldn’t. Not one more second could be wasted inside. I needed to move.
Up until now, I’ve left the music at home, but this time around I brought my iPod to drown out some of the construction and car noises that I usually hear along parts of the trail. And I quickly figured out that there is a reason why an iPod is not the best companion when hiking through nature. For the first few miles, I was fine. I listened to a stream of sad melancholy songs that seemed to echo my mood. But as the shuffle continued, songs started to play that I wanted to move to. It became increasingly difficult to stroll. So I ran. Which was surprising to me, because I hate running. But today, I guess I needed it. I ran.