I see a pattern forming here… each time I’ve had a “yogini tale” to tell, certain elements remain the same: this girl [walking/running/wandering] outdoors with her trusty jogging stroller and her favorite little man.
I’ve often joked that I wish that stroller had an odometer. I’m sure the mileage would be shocking- hundreds of miles, if not a thousand. As a full-time mama of an always active boy, putting Maxim in the stroller and hitting the road was my only ‘me’ time. We would walk more than 10 miles some days.
From our last house, it was a quick and easy walk to a trail that leads directly to the beach- less than 3 miles each way. The nearest playground was just as far… uphill. So, day after day, we walked and walked. We even began to run, something that I had always told myself I couldn’t do. Didn’t even want to. We became such a good team that we entered our very first 5K last year.
Then, a strange thing happened. We moved to a new house. A great new house with a playground in the neighborhood and a big park just a mile away. We did most of our training at the long track that encircles the park. It was convenient, if somewhat boring.
The thing is that our new house is about twice as far from the beach and is very inconveniently positioned with regards to accessing our beloved bike trail. It’s a much farther hike to get to an access point, which in itself is fine, but the scenery… well, asphalt, strip malls, crosswalks, gas stations. Not my favorite. A dealbreaker? Not entirely. A deterrent,? Yes.
The best part of the trip is the very beginning, passing in front of one of California’s famed Missions. Sometimes we would even walk the grounds before heading out into the concrete jungle. There is a road that runs along the western side of the Mission that ends with a barricade. I always wondered where it led, but I never followed it. There are areas of the Mission that are not open to the public. I assumed it led to one of those… hence the barricade.
On the first day of the new year, my boys and I decided to go for a walk. When it comes to the men in my house, they always have their own ideas about what to do and how to do it. We walked over to the Mission and cut across the front of the parking lot- leading right over to the barricade. Now, I am the type of person that sees a barricade and expects that it’s there for a reason. My boys? Not so much. We kept walking around the barricade and followed the road down a little hill.
And what do you know?? It cut through to a residential area very near the entrance to the trail. No strip malls. No gas stations. No red lights and traffic.
I guess sometimes you just have to push on past the barricade and allow that there might be something awesome just down the hill. Go figure.