..when the muscles of your legs clench at each swollen footfall. You are leaned over, trying to borrow breath from the ground, watching the salty tears of your body fall like raindrops trying to quench the path. You feel your heart beating in the arches of your feet, your toes bellowing the aching yawp on the descents, your head feels like the inner most crackling ash-red log in a camp fire while on the climbs.
It is at this moment you feel the physical eternity of the trail. It is at this moment the trail reveals her physical eternal beauty.
I am inspired by her pain.
March 14, 2018
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