Sometimes I feel that the only thing I truly love doing in life is running. I wish I could get paid to run. I also wish that I other things in life could bring me the kind of happiness I get from running. I often think my love for running could only be compared by the love I have for me dogs, and the love they have for me.
(My dogs are the best! Meet Balto, Eloise, and Akayla)
I feel lucky to live where I do; a place that makes being in love with running much more romantic. Climbing the high hills of the Columbia River Gorge makes it worthwhile to see the beautiful, epic views at the top of my climbs.
And the majestic waterfalls.
And, not to mention the colorful flowers in the springtime...
When I'm not climbing the trails of the gorge, I like to find myself in the Enchanted Forest Park, battling the evil, snobby West Hill Dwellers for the magical trails they seem to think they own. As much as I hate having to encounter these entitled trail goers, I really enjoy the beauty and the sounds of Forest Park. It truly does feel enchanted and magical. I know for sure it is haunted... But that's another story...
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