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Thanksgiving Day 11

Today I am thankful for trails, specifically the Memorial Park Hike and Bike Trails. No, not the 2.9 mile jogging path that we run circles on over and over (thankful for that too, it sure isn't Town Lake, but it is the best Houston's got), but the the ones on the south side of the park. A short 2 minute ride or run past the trail head, and you'd have no idea you are right in the middle of one of the nation's biggest cities. On my run there today I saw two other people total - granted the trails were technically closed because of Saturday's rain - but you can usually completely escape "life" back there as the trails twist and turn, up and down, across creeks, and through the woods. Hundreds of us use the main loop at the park on a daily basis, yet most never venture back on the other side to one of Houston's best hidden treasures.

Trail running (or biking, or even just going for a walk) is just such a nice change in pace from the concrete jungles most of us live in. Playing on the trails, whether they are in Austin, Huntsville, Houston, Cold Spring, or anywhere else I've ventured, reminds me of being a kid and "exploring" through the woods by our house. Kelly and I had built a fort one time and named it "Ulsee" - as in the response to when someone asks where we are going: "you will see." When I was running on the trails today I almost laughed out loud when I imagined someone was with me saying "where in the world are you taking me?" and my response would have been "Ulsee!"

Comments

Coach Liz said…
Ok, as soon as this Ironman thing is over for me, you have convinced me that I have got to go find and run these trails. I think I know where the trail head is. I smell adventure here.
June said…
I love running the trails when I am off during the summer. Thursday nights 6:15 at the trail head.
Angy said…
That's a really cute story Kathleen!

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