I got introduced to Westwood Lake a few months after I first arrived in Canada. Being that it was closer to where I used to live. I made tentative attempts to walk around the lake, all by myself, to no avail. I was just too scared. Until one day, I did managed to go for a run on the trail ( and this was after I went for a walk with my sister and aunt ) and had a great time. I twisted my ankle in the process but I was too happy to be concerned about it. It was no big deal.
Over the course of five years, I moved around and lived in different places outside of Nanaimo. Westwood Lake was forgotten, except for the occasional news I read on the paper or watched on TV, about it. Mostly I ran on the road. Then a few months ago, I found myself relocated back to Nanaimo. And its just a few minutes drive to the lake. One day, out of the blue, I got a phone call from my aunt. She’s at the lake with my cousins and asked me if I wanted to join them. I gladly said yes. I’m amazed at how beautiful it is. There were lots of people that day. But I didn’t go for a walk because I worry about getting lost and all.
“In every walk with Nature one receives far more than he seeks.” – John Muir
I have been back to the lake a few times since then. One day, I asked my friend, Rhea, to go with me. We took our time and enjoyed the scenery around us. Later on, she told me that it was the first time she walked around the lake. I was worried but she assured me that she’s fine and she had a great time. On another occasion, I asked my sister to join me. She agreed but not without a few comments, as we huffed and puffed along the way. She told me that she’d rather walk around the mall than be on the trail. I looked at her and smiled, while I wiped off the sweat on my forehead and mumbled “Yeah, right.”
I went back a couple of times, alone. I thought about asking my two willing companions but decided against it. I’d like to run most part of the trail and it would be unfair to them to tag along because I know they’d rather walk. I think its rude to ask them to join me and then ditch them when we get to the trail. Anyway, I did alright. I was scared half of the time, especially when I saw the sign posted on the start of the trail about a cougar sighted in the vicinity. The thing is I kind of love the feeling of being scared. Adds more to the excitement of being out and about on the trail.
Signs like this one, scares me. Sort of.
I haven’t been running for the past two years. The oft chance that I get to go for a run was sporadic. And its not so much because for lack of time or anything, I just fall off the wagon. Running seemed to lost its appeal until that day I went back to the lake. ( I’m sure my sister would roll her eyes over this statement. ) I like the feeling that I’m in my own world when I’m out there, with only the sound of my breathing, for company. Sometimes, there’s the occasional sound of rustling leaves or something snapping that never fail to stop me on my tracks, to briefly look behind me.
I hope this would be a good start for me to rekindle my love for running. I’ll keep my fingers crossed.