i was kind of having a rough day and decided to go for a run. i chose some
trails that go through these woods that im not very familiar with, but
thought i would go for it anyway. i looked at the map in the
begginning, and felt like i had a good grasp on the route i wanted to
take. i began my run and was feeling pretty good... still crying a
little, but running seems to take care of most of my worries. after i
had been going for a while, i began to get worried that i was going
the wrong way. i began doubting my understanding of the trails, and
became confused as to where i was. everything was starting to look
the same, yet strangely unfamiliar. i then past some people that gave
me encouragement... i had past them earlier and we were going the
opposite direction, so it gave me hope that i was on the loop i wanted
to be. i then crossed what seemed to be a familier bridge and got
another glimmer of hope. as i kept running however, i began doubting
again. i also had to keep making decisions, right or left at a fork,
and i even began considering turning around. the only solace i had
was the image of the map in my head... i knew i had to make decisions
based on what the trails looked like from a birds eye view, and i had
to try to get in perspective the overall area of the trails. i ended
up continuing on and the moment i realized for certain i was going the
right way i began to rejoice and enjoy my run even more. i even was
questioning why i ever doubted myself in the first place.

this is where im at with the czech. im running on this path, and i
cant see the end, and im not even sure if im going the right way, but
i know i must keep going to figure out for sure. and i should try to
enjoy it in the doubts, because either way im going to end up figuring
something out... either i was on the right path from the begginning,
or i got totally off track, but still ended up finding where i was in
the end.