A walk alone in the woods beside a lake seemed like a good way to get in a decent walk and soak in the beauty of God's creation. I'm training to walk a half marathon and I have been trying to walk in different places to keep it interesting. Little did I know when I began to walk what would happen to me. Little did I know where my steps were leading me. After all it was just a walk in the woods in a suburb south of Nashville.
It was a beautiful afternoon and I chose to walk the 1.37 mile Lake trail that went down one side of the lake and planned to take the .89 mile trail on the other side of the lake. A simple walk really. After all I've been training for a half marathon and this should be easy, right? Along the way I saw some deer and was really amazed that they did not run away. Being a wildlife preserve, they felt perfectly safe. The lake view was gorgeous with the sun sparkling on the water.
I really was enjoying my walk, but it was seeming to take a little longer than I expected. Even now I am convinced that 1.37 in trail miles is way longer than 1.37 in my neighborhood. Finally, I came to the place where I should turn to go on the trail that would lead me back to my car. However, what I could see of the new trail was in the sun. Since I had never been there before I stood there and debated. Walk in the sun in the scorching afternoon heat or turn around and go back the way I had come under a canopy of trees.
And, I confess, I was feeling a little tired at this point. After a little debate with myself and some thinking, I decided to walk back the way I had come. It was a little longer therefore my walk would be a little longer. When you are training for a half marathon, that's always a good idea. The cool part of the story is what happened next...