Magic trail running.

I hadn’t known I’d be away so long.  The woods are a healing place where solitude is my gentle companion, the trees are my friends, and the wildlife my only witnesses.

The last time I’d run in the woods, though. was the end of October, and now it was February of the following year.  Injury had followed injury, and, at 48, I was starting to believe what the other people were saying, how we all got older, how we had to slow down.  It broke my heart.  They had to be wrong.  They just had to be.

Slowly, after a couple of false starts, I had been building the distance back up.  My long run for several weeks was 3k.  Increases felt frightening, and I was so conscious of any pains, conscious of setting myself back.  I didn’t even want to run around the block with my children, afraid of the extra distance.

Finally, though, on this warm summer Friday, I was ready.  I planned to run 9k up around Mount Dandenong, doing part of the course for the Roller Coaster Run which is coming up in March.  I’ve run those trails so many times, they have become my playground.  I plotted a course, and set off at the civilized time of 9 am, all alone.

The simple track seemed treacherous after months away, tree roots and rocks threatening sprains and further injury.  I stepped carefully, walking in places I’d never walked before.  Later, on wider tracks, I noted that the places where it had been muddy were completely dried out.  Flowers I had anticipated watching bloom had already bloomed and withered. And the old nervousness I felt of being alone in the woods had returned.  I was anxious and scared of strange men, on high alert.

The first thing that I saw, though, instead of a scary man, was a brown wallaby hopping quickly off my trail.  I stopped and watched him for a few moments, thanked him for his presence.  Then I ran on.

It took a while to find my flow.  But at Stables Track there it was, waiting for me like an old friend.  I danced down the trail in quick, short strides.  It didn’t hurt.  My body remembered what to do.  That’s when my eyes teared up a bit – I was back.  I was home.

IMG_1400My friends were numerous:  Sulfur-Crested Cockatoos; Kookaburras; two Magpies; and two Rainbow Lorikeets.

Just before I injured myself last year, I had a great solo run (a long, long run) around the same trails.  All was grey and olive and dry that day, the colors subdued, the world quiet.  I was getting tired, and feeling just a little bit lonely.  Suddenly, from out of a hollow in a tree, two Rainbow Lorikeets appeared, bright points of color on the dull landscape.  The contrast was sudden and wonderful.  A feeling of life soared through me.  It was simple joy.

The following week at an art exhibition, I purchased an oil painting that reminded me of those Lorikeets.  I’ve looked at it for months, recalling the independence I’d felt that day, the freedom, the wild.

And today, today, there they were again, my old friends.  I stopped and spoke with them and they didn’t fly away.

I ran for just over an hour.  A perfect, joyous hour.

Perhaps next week, it will be more.  I don’t really care how far or long I go anymore.  I just want to be present for each stride, each magic memory of the woods.


Happy to be alive again!

7 thoughts on “Magic trail running.

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  2. Good to hear someone else enjoying the beauty of that area. Some times you feel like your the only person that runs there, a not to bad feeling I must say.
    I’m 54 and running more than ever, it’s just a number. It’s up to you what meaning you put on it.

    • Ross, thank you for your comment. I like that not many know about the trails up that way too! Crossing the road into the thousand steps area, I have found hundreds of people going up and down the stairs. Such a contrast. You are right about the age thing, now my injury has healed and I’m gradually building up my distances again, I am feeling younger than ever! See you on the trails, and thanks for writing!

  3. Do not know How I stumbled upon your site. Really interesting writing ….Never to old to get a coach…. never to old to do any thing…. I started running 4 year ago… ran a marthon 2 years ago… 60 km and 30 km trail runs this year and am planning on a 100 km trail run next year. Maybe a should get a coach also …..but have enough trouble following my own ideas… but I do listen to my body and I am 67 yrs old so there is hope for you regardless of how old you consider you are…..kind regards Rob Henderson

    • Thanks for writing, and well done for all you’ve achieved in such a short time! It is great to have a coach, as I had some training questions that fitted perfectly with my coaches philosophy ( minimalist running). Wishing you the best for your 100 km plan. You are an inspiration!

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