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I set out under a grey sky, looking up through bare branches as I found my rhythm and settled into the quiet of the trail.
The ground turned slick and alive beneath me, and I carefully crossed waterlogged logs, each step a mix of balance and trust.
There’s something grounding about wet shoes and the sound of slow-moving water, like the land is speaking in a softer voice.
I paused at the edge of the bog, taking in the story of this place and how it’s shaped by time, water, and patience.
It felt less like a run and more like a conversation with the landscape, one step at a time.
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The ground turned slick and alive beneath me, and I carefully crossed waterlogged logs, each step a mix of balance and trust.
There’s something grounding about wet shoes and the sound of slow-moving water, like the land is speaking in a softer voice.
I paused at the edge of the bog, taking in the story of this place and how it’s shaped by time, water, and patience.
It felt less like a run and more like a conversation with the landscape, one step at a time.
Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-running-jackal--500980/support.
