The Summer of Run: “Earned” 2

This essay hasn’t come easily, but after 4 hours of writing tonight I’ve finally finished 2,000 words of Act 1. Here’s the stunning conclusion (Crossing the Threshold one might even say):

I’d run the Percy Warner Park trail nearly 7 minutes faster than I’d done the day before, girded by a knowledge of the trail and a mission to complete. The only pictures I took this day would be at the summit. At the fork leading to that destination, I pulled my camera from the Camelbak, and framed the picture as the words of Robert Frost’s poem “The Road Not Taken” ran through my head:


I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


I turned left and headed up the hill, determined that whenever I could throughout the rest of my trip, I wouldn’t take the shortcut. I’d defaulted there the first day because it was safe. I forgot that the unknown was to be embraced, lessons that I’d learned long ago.

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