The Church of Breath and Footsteps

Hi,

So, this blog gets neglected and often only hosts rants and worries and neurosis of my head. I don't like it all that much. Summitsunday has been fun, but I'd like to move on to something else. This is where the title of this post comes in. I'm going to start a new blog about the thoughts I have while training and being active, whatever they may be.

The story goes that I was running in the Ruby Mountains with Noah on our way out to Salt Lake City and I was having a really good time in the moment. It popped out of my mouth that this was an awesome run and great scenery. I told Noah that I felt like we were running through a Cathedral and he asked what church. We continued to run and I mulled it over in my head. And when we passed a dried up creek bed I said, "It's the Church of Breath and Footsteps" and it felt right. Noah then asked me if I do any writing, because he thought I had a writers voice, and I told him that I only write tortured poetry on occasion. But that was the seedling of an idea: to write about the process and the things I notice in training. I'll write up a better narrative of this later. Right now I just want to put it out there so I have something on paper. there are more stories like the intervals in the rain with Wilson that I want to write up, but for now, thanks for your readership. Talk to you later.

Be Brave. Live.
GusTruck