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Article #218: Running On The Right Path

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Career changes always require a painful highest hill in that area. I stopped for
transition period. A few years back I a rest, and to take in the beautiful
lost my job as a stage manager for live three hundred and sixty degree view all
television shows, and I was feeling the around me. I had mountains in front of
heat. As I sat in my tiny little me, hills all around me and the San
apartment staring at a huge pile of Fernando Valley off in the distance
overdue bills, I could feel the pain behind me. I watched the sunset over the
coursing through my soul. I suddenly had mountains and meditated for a moment at
the uncontrollable urge to just run. my favorite spot on earth. When I turned
I am an avid runner who loves running in around I could see the lights of The
the wilderness. The feeling of breaking a Valley glistening like a million fire
sweat with a good stride in the great flies. I was about five miles away from
outdoors is like no other for me. Your the nearest civilization, but it felt
heart is pumping blood through your body like it was five hundred.
like a turbo-charger, your lungs are A half hour later I started my run back
sucking in precious oxygen as fast as you towards civilization. It was now dark,
can breathe it in, your pores are but I was not worried about getting lost,
excreting sweat and toxins like crazy, for I knew those trails like the back of
and all of your senses are at their peak my hand. Rattlesnakes were all
of performance. You can feel the world hibernating, coyotes aren't much to worry
around you and you know you are part of about, but mountain lions were a
it. It is a wonderful feeling; a healthy different story. Although attacks on
addiction if you will. My drug of choice humans were rare, there had been a couple
is endorphins. of people killed in California in recent
I hurried down the stairs to the parking years. I did not want to be the next rare
garage. The woman who lived below me was event, so I made sure to announce my
just getting out of her car when I presence by singing loudly (and slightly
entered the garage. She was a off-key).
cigarette-totin' Maggie with ashen-grey Suddenly, I saw a shadowy figure of a
skin and a raspy voice that sounded like person up ahead on the trail in front of
it was the product of damaged vocal cords me. I was not used to seeing other people
due to years of yelling too loud at that far back in the hills. I approached
parties and breathing tobacco smoke with caution. As I got closer and closer
relentlessly. She was tall, rotund and to this dark silhouette, I noticed that
barrel-chested, with bleached white hair this person was just standing still at a
that she wore way too long for her age, fork in the dirt road. When I was about
which I guessed was somewhere around to pass this person I noticed that it was
forty. She wore black clothing everyday a young teenage guy. He was wearing brown
that made her look like an albino witch. nylon shorts and a yellow tee-shirt that
She was also a single mother of a teenage said Calabasas Cross Country Team on the
daughter that was seemingly out of front. He looked very worried, and seemed
control. I often saw this daughter coming to be lost.
home at four in the morning as I was just The thin young man politely asked me if I
leaving for work. She was only thirteen, knew which one of the trails he was
but she seemed to be in a big hurry to standing in front of was the one out of
become an adult. Her mother didn't seem there. He explained that he was training
to care about her too much. for an up coming cross-country
I drove to a nearby street and parked my competition and did not realize how far
car next to a couple of other cars at the he had run, or how quickly it got dark
entrance to a fire trail. I stretched for "now that daylight savings was over". I
about five minutes, and then I was on my told him that I knew that area quite
way up my favorite wilderness trail that well, and that he could follow me out of
led into the foothills of the Santa there.
Monica Mountains (California). I made a right turn at the fork in the
I grew up playing and exercising in those road, and the kid followed behind me. As
hills. It is my favorite place to go when we were running down the switchback
I need to get away from it all. There are trails it started to rain again. We ran
fire trails everywhere that accommodate out into a large valley with tall grass,
anyone who is looking for exercise in a and then the kid began to fall behind a
wilderness area that includes rolling bit. I slowed my pace down a little until
hills, bush-covered chaparral, and I could see him again slowly running
majestic mountains. behind me on the trail.
About a mile into my run I began to work As we were passing through the rocky area
up a sweat. A group of dark clouds passed with all the caves we suddenly came upon
overhead and it started to rain. It was the group of kids that were partying
winter. I was only wearing a tee-shirt earlier. They were slowly walking on the
and shorts, and the rain was cold, but it trail and passing around a bottle of
felt good. The rain drops splashed over whiskey. A young girl noticed us
my face and body like a fire sprinkler approaching and broke off from the group
from heaven that was released right on with the whiskey bottle in her hand. As
cue. we were passing by the girl she held the
The sun burst through the clouds and I whiskey bottle out towards us and with a
was soon bathed in warm sunlight again. sarcastic and drunken voice she said "you
I entered a rocky area filled with caves guys must be thirsty"! A full moon was
that were formed by millions of years of now shining down on the area and it
wind and water erosion. The Chumash illuminated me to the fact that this girl
Indians once lived in those caves before was the thirteen year old daughter of the
the Europeans came. I looked up to the albino witch lady that lived in the
right and saw a group of teenagers apartment below me. She was too drunk to
hanging out in a big cave that was about recognize me. We then jogged past the
fifty feet up on the face of a cliff. One chuckling group of inebriated teenagers
of them noticed me running down below and and continued on with our run through the
threw an empty beer bottle in my wilderness.
direction. The bottle hit a rock about We finally reached the end of the trail
twenty feet away from me and exploded and we both stopped running. While trying
into a million pieces. This explosion was to catch his breath, the kid thanked me
immediately followed by an eruption of for giving him directions. He then
laughter from the group. I was thinking disappeared into the neighborhood. I
about stopping to say something, but I walked over to my car and stood next to
did not want to ruin my good mood. it for a moment. I thought to myself; I
I made a couple of left and right turns may not have much money, but I have my
on trails that I originally explored when health. I am thankful for having parents
I was about eight years old. I ran deeper who cared, and that I chose to run on the
into the hills. Soon I was running up a right path in life.
series of steep switchbacks trails. Copyright 2006. Michael P.
I eventually arrived at the top of the






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