Why I Trail Run

It’s 3:30PM at work and I have another hour or so to go. Everything is familiar. I start organizing the next day so I can change out of my work clothes and into my running attire quickly. 4:30PM hits and I shut off my work computer. I do one last walk around the building to make sure everything is locked up before my drive to the trail head.

Traffic is heavy, but it’s moving. Millions of us commuting home from a hard day’s work. My home though can be found on a single-track trail outside of Boston. Pulling into the trails parking lot is a lot like yesterday. The only difference is now it’s today. My spot is open- the one near the gate where I do my stretching before running up the trails gradual incline into the abyss. I turn off my truck, but leave the door open so I can lace up my shoes. Securing my wallet and keys in the glove compartment box. Time to trail run.


The same trail miles ahead as yesterday. Unlike running a new route where all of my senses are alert, the repetitiveness of ‘My Trail’ is just an extension of the day. I’m able to reflect and work out problems. ‘My Trail’ is another friend who I’m able to count on. It’s always there for me and always listening. On days I run fast to forget, it’s there guiding me to focus on the now. On days I run slow to reflect, it’s is there showing me that everything is better.  


As time goes on, I have looked to ‘My Trail’ to lead me through sobriety. He is always there for me and never broken. He stands strong with his rolling hills and jagged descents. ‘My Trail’ has helped me become a better athlete and more importantly a better human. Trail running and sobriety for me has opened my eyes to how beautiful this life is. We are all here for a short time, so we need to make the best out of it.

Stay Disciplined,


Dom F.