Elisa Jones trail running

Up Wedding Down Monument

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116

Wedding canyon is a challenging trail. Even more  so when you’re running it. Peeps were out, I had a nice phone chat with my sister, Wendy. And I took some time in the shadow of the monolithic Independence Monument so meditate and think.

On the way down I was passed by another runner, as I was pinning my hair up out of my face. I took it as a challenge. I chased him down, and passed him.  Until the final climb, when he passed me again. I chatted with him a bit at the parking lot and was reminded of why I love the Grand Valley so much- because people are just like that here: Friendly.

Oh, and did I mention it was a little cold, but incredibly beautiful!

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