Descriptive Essay: The Brecknock Park Trail

I can hear the whistle of the fall wind blowing as I lace up my trainers. It’s a beautiful fall day in the heart of cross country season. Today is a solo ten mile run. I chuckle as I think of an offhand comment made by my kindergarten teacher about how I could just run forever. I do not take much stock in fate, but it is amusing how prophetic that simple statement has been. I stand up and jog over to the start of the Brecknock Park trail where my cross country team trains. My Garmin watch beeps and I’m off. I do a quick systems check, all my joints and muscles feel fine and the breeze is to my back, its shaping up to be a good run. The trail feels like home underneath my feet. I think back to the countless hours of training I’ve lead here during captain’s practices over the summers. My watch beeps again, the warm up mile is complete, just a few seconds north of six minutes. Now the trail begins to twist, but I know ever rise and curve of the trail so well I could run it with my eyes closed. …show more content…
The edge of the trail is approaching, but the run is still just beginning. As I move off the trail and onto the roads, I remember back to when I was twelve when I won the eighteen and under age group for my first half marathon. It’s still one of my favorite moments. As I reminisce, the faces of many of the runners that I trained appear in my mind. I think of how happy they were when they realized their passion for running. I feel pride in knowing that I helped them reach their goals. As I continue to knock out sub six minute miles I smile in my moment of nostalgia. A slight pain begins in my knees, its nothing major though, simply another passing discomfort in the picture of the entire run. Slightly over half way now and my path has shifted, now the wind is in my face. That’s fine though I prefer a little extra mental challenge in the second half of a