I went out for a run this afternoon, hopping to log about 6 miles. I have this out and back route to this wooden bridge on the river near my house that I usually go on. It's a pretty straightforward, but for some reason I got lost today and I don't know why.
On my way though, there were all of these butterflies along the river and the trail was littered with caterpillars.
So much that after 2.5 miles in on my run, I just stopped and decided to walk, not wanting to crush them by accident. Somehow, I took the wrong turn without realizing it. I thought I had stumbled upon a dry area, the word 'wasteland' coming to mind.
But I kept walking despite the rocks and weeds and came upon a peaceful place along the river that I had yet to see before.
And I wondered at that moment if this was somehow a metaphor for something I have yet to discover.
I didn't go after the bridge today, instead I went all the way back home, the way I came. For the first time, a run didn't clear my mind. And for the first time, I got lost on a route I thought I knew so well.