Ms. Garmina has made a reappearance on my wrist these days. Her simplistic nature is refreshing. It’s funny that I can’t quite remember why I stopped using her. I suppose I’ll figure that out before too long if it was for good reason.

The weather has been beautiful this weekend. I hit the trails both Saturday AND Sunday. On Saturday, I set out for a run but ended up hiking instead. I’d every intention to warm up by walking the paved path and then beginning my run. Instead, I just kept walking. And although my hips did experience some discomfort (similar to the weeks leading up to my race), that wasn’t the reason that I didn’t ever try to run. I just didn’t feel like running. Instead, I went for a casually paced hike – stopping here and there to just sit and take it all in. 

It seemed that Saturday was a day for taking in the wonders of nature. In the final mile of my trek, I overheard a boy calling his dad over to examine his latest find. His voice was full of excitement as he exclaimed that he had just found “a miracle.” This is a photo of the plants he had discovered. The flowers “floating” in the center of the leaves are what had him delighted at that moment when I walked past. But I had a feeling that it was not the only miracle he had discovered that day. It had me thinking that we all could benefit from viewing the world as this boy did.

On Sunday, I returned to the trail again. This time, I brought my little four legged friend along with me. He had his own style of exploring the trails and I did my best to keep him from getting too close to the poison oak as he explored. Oddly enough, I did not set out with running in mind, but ended up jogging intermittently here and there. As Ms. Garmina can attest, it was not fast but a jog nonetheless. And, that too, was a miracle.