I was a little intimidated on this sunny Saturday morning, ‘warming up’ among serious runners from around our area. Sean Kirst was there, the Lyons sisters, and of course– Randy Hall. I had been doing fast walks often and thought this was the one event I want to at least try, after all, my father was a marathon runner. Once the race started, it didn’t take long for me to know I was out of my league as all the runners left me in the dust. My run became a jog as I followed the beautiful course around our ball field, up across Hemlock Bridge, past the Longhouse, circling the box two times, and back around the ball field. At times I thought I’d quit early, but determination took over and the cheers of our residents were so encouraging, I kept going…to the finish! I came in at 49:34. I never saw who won the race, as many had already left when I finished the course, but I felt like a winner that day! This accomplishment far out-weights the aching muscles of the next two days. To me this trail run was one of life’s gifts. You don’t know what you can do if you don’t try.
Nyaweñha Shirley for bringing the event to our community.
Da•ne’thoh,
Gas’haen’hye