"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived … I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms..."
Henry Thoreau, Walden
I took these pictures the Sunday after USATF XC Nats on my ride back from DC. It's a small creek somewhere up by Old Fredrick Rd, Old Court, Dogwood - that area. Every now and then when I'm riding alone I like to stop and just sit quietly for a few minutes when I stumble upon something like this. Sometimes my mind wanders to the future and hypotheticals. Other times it remains tightly focused on what's around me.
I imagine this is not the type of thing that most people associate with sports but after all these years it seems a natural connection to me.
What do you think? What makes you pause and reflect in your training?