Recently, I have been reacquainted with running trails: it is quite an adventure!
I haven’t been on a trail for years, opting instead for safer & easier road running. But a few weeks ago, I found myself at the Dairy Farm Nature Park after dropping Younger Daughter off for her morning commitment.
The Park is well sign-posted. Having said this, there were little paths which brought one off the main path, some of which I chose to take. There were times when I wondered if I had accidentally wandered onto a bike trail (an etiquette no-no, according to Loving Husband), or whether I was going in the right direction to find my way back to the car.
At one point, a fallen tree blocked the path ahead: I had to decide, do I turn back and try another path, or do I climb over & through the tree & its branches?
My blood pressure went up, anxiety started to build up in my tummy, adrenaline going into over time. I was then reminded why many people seek adventure, the unknown, and even take risks for the thrill of it.
Once upon a time, I would have likely labelled those sensations negative; but as I continued on my trail ramble, I ruminated on why I didn’t feel uncomfortable or stressed. It could be perhaps because I was still on a trail; eventually, I would find myself somewhere civilised, even if it may not be necessarily where I need to be – this after all is till Singapore; we don’t actually have that much wilderness. Or maybe, I simply had the time & space to get a little lost.
I have since explored more of the area. Last week found me at Hinhede Nature Park.
While it is fun to have the thrill of not knowing exactly where I am, I learned that there are limits to my adventurousness: I stopped at a cross-road and decided to turn back because it seemed I was going deeper and deeper into the forest, and I had not encountered another person for almost half an hour. I was getting a little freaked out and decided I would continue this adventure another day with Loving Husband.
All things bright and beautiful 