Rediscovering Midweek Trail Runs: A Yin-Yang Adventure with Goat

Today was one of those days when the midweek blues needed a swift kick to the curb. So, I made a spontaneous decision - Goat (my trusty four-legged companion) and I were going trail running. It used to be a midweek ritual for us, but lately, the weekdays have been filled with pounding the streets of Kirkwood while we save the trails for the weekends. Today was different, though. Work was under control, and the trails were calling.

We ventured to Emmenegger Nature Park, a familiar haunt for us. The trail system here holds a special place in my heart, and I have a peculiar tradition I call the "yin-yang of the trails." It involves creating a course that takes me both ways on every trail in the system, exactly once. The resulting map from the first time I did it reminded me of a yin-yang symbol. But beyond the aesthetics, running each part of the trail in both directions brings a sense of balance to the run.

Emmenegger's trails aren't for the faint of heart. Over the course of roughly 3.5 miles, a yin-yang run presents us with about 700 feet of elevation gain. The terrain is a rollercoaster of hills and valleys, a challenge that both Goat and I relish. The promise of breathtaking views and the thrill of conquering those uphill climbs make every step worth it.

One of the highlights of this route is the babbling stream that crisscrosses our path three times during the run. Goat absolutely adores these moments. He splashes in the water, quenches his thirst, and emerges with a spirit refreshed. Today, however, was different. As we approached the stream, anticipation hung in the air, but we were met with a dry riverbed. It seems nature decided to keep its secrets hidden today.

But Goat's adventurous spirit wouldn't be dampened so easily. A little further along the trail, we stumbled upon a puddle, not as grand as the stream, but good enough for a quick cool-down dip. Goat's joy was palpable as he frolicked in the water, reminding me that sometimes, it's the simplest pleasures that make our adventures memorable.

The weather played its part too, as if knowing it was meant to be a special day. With temperatures around 50 degrees, the late morning sun warmed our spirits without making us break a sweat.

As we wrapped up our midweek trail run, I couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of vitality. It's moments like these, with the wind in my hair, the earth beneath my feet, and Goat by my side, that I'm reminded of the pure joy of trail running. It's a balance of physical challenge, connection with nature, and shared experiences with a loyal friend.

So here's to the midweek escape, to rediscovering the trails we love, and to embracing the unexpected puddles in life that make the journey all the more enjoyable.