I love when I’m reminded of why I got my tattoo. I went running this morning up in Caney Bottoms. Its’s a 5.5 mile loop and pretty difficult. This morning, I felt fucking awesome. It was just a really great run. I even did some exploring on some other trail so I probably ran close to 6-6 1/2 miles.
This trail follows the river practically the whole way, so there are lots of little waterfalls. Near the end I took my shoes off and jumped in a water hole that was right under one of the falls. It felt so amazing. I sat there thinking about a lot of stuff that’s been happening in my life. But mostly I just sat there in peace, watching the thunderclouds roll in. I sat there till I started shivering.
I love my tattoo and I love what it means to me. No matter where I go or what frame of mind I’m in, I’ll always a piece of my mountains with me.