Elisa Jones trail running

My Beautiful Daughter

“I am thinking about the way that life can be so slippery; the way that a twelve-year-old girl looking into the mirror to count freckles reaches out toward herself and that reflection has turned into that of a woman on her wedding day, righting her veil. And how, when that bride blinks, she reopens her eyes to see a frazzled young mother trying to get lipstick on straight for the parent/teacher conference that starts in three minutes. And how after that young woman bends down to retrieve the wild-haired doll her daughter has left on the bathroom floor, she rises up to a forty-seven-year-old, looking into the mirror to count age spots.” 
― Elizabeth BergWhat We Keep

Some days I’m so busy that time just flies by and I find that if I don’t take even 30 minutes I won’t get a trail in at all.

Today I decided that since I didn’t have (or make) the chance to get out until after Trinity was home, I’d just take her with me. A storm was coming in, so as soon as she got off the bus I encouraged her to put on her running shoes and we drove over to the Lunch Loop.

We took a run around Kids Meal, racing as the storm began to blow in around us.

The rain came as we returned to the parking lot, just in time, and with enough time that we were able to go get a hot drink before picking the boys up to school.

And I’m proud that these are the kinds of kids I’m raising. “Come on, Trinity! I know you just spent an entire day at school and are probably hungry and tired and have homework and want to play, but let’s go for a quick run, and get a little muddy and a lot of cold, but we’ll be together and watch a storm come in off the cliffs and blow our hair and it will be a great time!” and she’s like, “Sounds fun.”


The trails haven’t handled the rain very well lately. IMG_0914

A little trail repair that the BLM did a while back. Looks effective, but doesn’t lessen the challenge of going through the wash! IMG_0916All smiles, even though you can see the storm clouds brewing behind us!