Brothers and Sisters of the Trail

The task before us was daunting, but moving forward was the only way;
it was mile 0 of 100 and when “Go” was called, we went.

The eager looks, the excitement, the pure joy. No contender know what lay before them, but all knew what they left behind.

The energy surged through us and we passed it into the earth; in turn, she shared her beauty and allowed us to absorb her.

As if dancing to their own music, the sun and moon light cast their shadows on the beach and in the forest; tricking our eyes and challenging our minds.

Each hour and each loop brought a different perspective and a new meaning; when night fell the beauty blurred.

The Pier, like an unwelcomed friend, was tough; she was unforgiving and did not bend; she was beautiful in her own strange way; and it’s not until she saw our final struggle that she finally relented and showed her kindness.

Friendships were solidified and lifelong bonds made; brothers and sisters of the trail, soul searching and dream catching. Each rejoicing in their own victory.

Exhausted yet stronger; no words need spoken but many tears were shed. In the end, our bodies are the same, but our hearts have forever changed.

Mile 100 of 100, we are brothers and sisters of the trail.


~ Susie Q