I don’t typically get along well with weekend rest days. Knowing how seldom it happens, if I have the day to myself I need to be outside pounding on something; a trail run into the backcountry, a punishing mountain bike ride. If I’m sitting inside I had better be nursing an injury, or at least a beer. I’m wracked with guilt otherwise.
But yesterday’s run in the snow really put a punch in my energy reserves. There was neither excessive distance nor elevation, but just enough bottomless snow to make each step feel like two. It was an amazing run along the base of Cascade Mountain, but today it’s hit me. It’s 11:00 AM and I’ve walked the dogs, working on my second cup of coffee. I’m exhausted and sitting here in a hoodie and snowpants.
So I’m going to try something different. A few months ago I recognized – moreover, I accepted – the power of slowing down. I’ve been doing some short meditation sessions and mindful walks recently. I’ve been taking my time in the woods, focusing on the sounds around me. Today, after a little recovery run, I’m going to pack up the dogs and head up into the Spray Valley. It’s finally snowing and looking like winter so I’ll dress warm, let the dogs run and do their thing, and pay attention to what’s around me.
I think this will have value.