A week day hike.


Sometimes I forget how much hiking meant to me last year. Out on the trail was where I thought about the things I wish I could forget, but never will. I left a lot of heart ache and pain along the way and came back stronger.


This year it has taken me a little longer to get back into the routine of hiking, but something about my last few adventures has me hooked again. The sound of the stream the calm breezes and time in the woods has been good for me. Today as I relaxed in my hammock at one of my favorite spots I flipped through the journal pages of last year’s hikes. I am glad I have the record to look back on, and that I continue to record more hikes on the pages.

I wish I knew where the rest of this summer was taking me, but one this is for sure I plan on spending a lot more time hiking and enjoying the stillness all around me.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.


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My counter.

I’ve been helping with a swim clinic for local high schoolers. Today I counted laps for one of the girls who is hoping to swim on the varsity team this coming year. Among the many things she needs to do to make this dream a reality is to swim a 500 yards in under 9 minutes. It was strange being the one that counted instead of the one swimming. The whole thing made me very nostalgic.

Since my last high school meet the pool has been renovated. Nothing really looks the same, but I can still remember what it was like to compete in that space. I can hear the roar of the crowd and encouraging word from my coaches and team mates. I can feel the butterflies in my stomach as I stepped onto the starting block and the comforting feeling of hitting the water when the race begins. While helping with this clinic a flood of memories has swept over me, and dropping the counter into the water today for someone else was no different.

There is a strange bond that is formed between a distance swimmer and their counter. I remember more than a few times looking down at the end of my before the race and seeing their encouraging smile and feel a rush of confidence. The counter is a constant form of encouragement, when you see the number drop you know someone is cheering for you even though you can hear almost nothing. A 500 can be a long lonely race at times, but I loved it and once upon a time I was pretty good.

The record I once held has been broken. My shoulder can handle very little swimming and nothing too fast, but my mind still has a passion for the water and I am glad to be given this opportunity to share my knowledge and encouragement to this generation of swimmers.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.

The stillness.

I went for a run today. It was quiet and peaceful, my path looped me through the cemetery and the BOCES campus. The first half mile was up hill at a steady incline, and I was proud that I pushed though. I saw very few people and enjoyed focusing on each stride and the sound of my breathing. I used to run with music, but I found that it distracted me from the calm that running gives me. When music is running through my head I focus on it, when I should be paying more attention to my surroundings and whatever internal battle I need to work out.

What was meant to be a two miles, turned into 3.4. The stillness was too wonderful, I simply wanted to continue, to push on. Tomorrow I will be a little sore, but in a way that is part of the fun. Hopefully this week I can make the time for a few more evening runs, after all, I need to earn every scoop of ice cream.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.

An odd week.

This was an odd week, so full of ups and downs. I can honestly say I have no clue what side won. What I do know is that tomorrow morning I will sleep in and start to get the things done that were left behind this week. Hopefully next week will be better and full of nothing but happy moments and smooth days.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.

The obvious.

Too often we look for solutions in the wrong places, but thankfully we have friends that make up the difference. They are able to find the lost car keys that are already in our hands and the sunglasses we are wearing. They find a way to guide us without making us feel like fools and support us despite ourselves. When you are lucky enough to find a person like this, hold on and never let go. Stating the obvious with grace is the most difficult thing to do, but it is also the sign of a true friend.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.

Walking in the dark.

There was a time you could have blindfolded me and I would have known where every root and stone was on the campground. Now that is not so much the case. Tonight I walked in the dark and felt like I was going to trip and fall. I still love every moment I get to spend here, but so much has changed.

Many of the cottages where friends once lived have changed hands and are now occupied by strangers. Where the creek was once deep it is now shallow. It sad to see the things I once did no longer happen, but it is equally wonderful to see new traditions being made.

Although I am sad I can no longer walk fearlessly around in the dark, I am glad the best parts of this place continue to live on generation after generation.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.

Time stands still.

There are some places the time stands still. That it doesn’t matter when you go or how old you are when you show up, the comfort that place brings is always the same. One of those places for me is camp. As soon as I turn down the road that leads to the entrance I can feel a change, the anticipation of what this time will hold.

As a teenager I spent most of my summers in this place and started some amazing friendships. This is where I had my first job as a lifeguard and learned a lot about a lot. There were days that we walked circles around the campground and others we played games for hours.

This is the place I disappear to in my mind when I need an escape from the day to day, but today and the next few days it is my reality.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.