It’s 6:00 a.m. on a Friday morning when my alarm goes off. Instinctively I push snooze and close my eyes again. But even as I curl into the warmth of my covers I know I’ll need to get up in the next few minutes in order to have enough time for a morning trail run.
This thought is just enough to get me moving. I put on the running clothes I laid out the night before, heat up some day old coffee — no time to brew fresh — lace up my trail shoes and I’m out the door 20 minutes later.
My destination: Tinker Creek Trailhead, just outside Roanoke, Virginia. This has become a weekly ritual for me. One that would have been difficult, if not impossible to pull off in my pre-COVID world.
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