Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Hiking as Meditation on the Sourdough Trail

About two months ago, I bought this book. It has a list of 110 hikes within a 90-minute drive of Bozeman. Some of those hikes are pathetically easy, some are so hard that I literally couldn't drive my tiny Honda Civic to the trailhead because the "Check Engine" light kept coming on every time I bottomed out on the gravel. So what did I learn?

#1 Make more friends that have trucks

#2 Start with easy hikes until you find friends with trucks

And because lately I've been feeling like a total recluse holed up in my apartment everyday writing and marketing and blogging and making a really big effort to be social when all I want to do is wear my pajamas all day, I've decided to try to check off as many of the hikes that are close to town before the snow starts flying.

(Which was about a month ago, but I digress.)

Today, I attempted to hike the Triple Tree Trail, but they were repairing the parking lot (of course. Today of all days. The parking lot DESPERATELY NEEDED REPAIR) so I instead ventured over to the Sourdough Trail. Less of a hike and more of a "walk near a stream with some houses a little closer than I'd like," it satisfied my need today to get out of the house. And though it was a short drive and a pretty level trail, it was gorgeous outside, I got to refresh my brain after spending most of the weekend inside, and I sorted out a copy quandary that I couldn't figure out while staring blankly at my computer.

To this I say: what IS it about solitary walks, near quietly babbling brooks that make everything seem a little clearer? After a while, I even stopped noticing that I was walking I was so lost in thinking. Is this why Thoreau went to Walden Pond? And how many of these hikes to I have to complete before I am inspired enough to write my life's legacy (probably not enough hikes in this book for that).

This is what I miss about training. I remember in New York, I would run FOR HOURS (not an understatement. Literally, hours.) trying to figure my life out. At that point, it wasn't even about running anymore. It became a slave to trying to find the meditative state where I could think about things and sort things out without the distraction of, ya know, life.

Which I think is why getting outside especially when the weather is crummy is so important. To see things that I normally just research and to allow my head to stop worrying about "marketing" and "social media strategies" and "pitching clients" and MAKING A FREAKING VISION BOARD WHEN I DON'T HAVE ANY GLUE STICKS (sorry, it's been a particularly challenging week on the crafting front).

So, yes to more hikes, no to more screen time, and if I ever forget who I am, I'll just read this over and over.


Emily Dawn said...

You just inspired me to (try to at least) get out more! Who knew not trying to be productive could help productivity? Thanks for the post!

lina moti said...

Hi,Jesus Christ actually did indeed meditate when he was on the mountains of Tibet with other pilgrims. In the bible, it only mentions his ages from childhood til the age of 30, and in his middle ages he did so. There he waited for Gods permission to provoke and emphasize his miracles among the people of Isreal. Point being, Jesus did meditate.Thank you!!!
sant kirpal singh ji maharaj

Paige said...

Just found your blog today via yoganonymous after I googled "be nice to yourself yoga" ...because that's what I'd like to call my first yoga class, ha. Enjoyed going through some of your posts!