Today I went on a solo trail run. It’s the first solo trail run I’ve managed to squeeze in in almost a year. And the most incredible thing happened…
I RAN WITH A FOX.
It appeared as a copper streak on the trail ahead of me, but disappeared as fast as it appeared around a bend. I came up over the crest of a hill, and there it was right in front of me again, jogging along the same trail as me. I followed for a bit, and when it hit the next hill, it turned to look back at me. Made eye contact. I swear it gave me a little “Let’s do this!” wink (not really), then it kept merrily scampering along a few more strides before cutting into the dense vegetation.
This felt like a sign. I know that’s melodramatic, but man, I really needed that fox friend. Life’s been so crazy recently, and this woodland creature was basically like, “Where have you been all year? We’ve missed you here in the forest. Look how great this place is!” Point taken, Fox. I’ll be back soon.
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