May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view.
A month ago, I walked up Cnicht mountain with my marathon-running husband and athletic friends visiting us from Thailand. For me, being out of shape at the moment, it felt more like a desperate scramble than a climb but it was one of those in-ya-face lessons about finding your own pace, your own footings, your own rhythm. It got me thinking about my values.
Can you describe your pace, your pulse, the speed of your flow?Read More