The Power of One

What difference can one life make?

Sometimes we may feel small and insignificant in this giant fast-paced world. But multiple times this weekend I was taught about the influence that one person can have on the lives of those they touch and even those they never met.

First off, I headed up to the Fisher Family property in good 'ole Oxford, Idaho. As I woke up at 6:30 I wondered if it'd be worth the drive up, especially as it started raining, and then pouring, during the drive up. But man, I am grateful I did. First off Oxford was my great-grandparents farm in a small, and when I say small I mean there are two streets in the town small, town over the border in Idaho. I mean we're talking . Literally I missed my turn and before I blinked I was passing the "Come Back" leaving Oxford sign.

Well, I got to visit with some family, go on a mountain board ride only passing one care the entire time. And Cooper got to run around free for awhile and get very, very muddy. On my way out of town I stopped by my Grandpa Fisher's grave. He's been gone over ten years now. As I sat with Cooper by his headstone the air was clean from after the rainstorm, the grass was green and everything felt so peaceful and perfect. The kind of perfect peaceful I only ever felt while running.

Oxford Cemetery at Grandpa Doug Fisher's gravestone

Life Lately

Today was one of those days. One of  those days where my legs yearned to run free and in rhythm with my feet beating against the pavement. I miss it. I've learned that weather is a trigger for me, there are certain temperatures which take me back to particular long runs or canyon adventures. And today's temperature was one of those triggers. I can't put my finger on which run I was having flashbacks of, but my body ached to run free. I can't fully describe the yearning I experience. It's like I remember these runs like they were yesterday, and yet at the same time there are moments where it seems like it's been forever since my legs have been free. I begin to wonder if I remember what that free running feeling is like.

But then those trigger temperatures hit and it's like a slap in the face, I remember. I remember the humid air, the cool spring breeze, my feet rhythmically pounding, my breaths in sync with my beating feet. I remember, and I miss it. These days come quite often, but they always pass. But lately they seem to be more often than not, and I'll be honest it's been really hard.