A trail winds through the woods to Isolated Peak, a barren rock peak in the Rejection wilderness. After switchbacks and turns, the trail continues through rock shoals and slurries and begins to fade. A thick mist passes, and it becomes hard to follow. The trail vanishes. Continuing upward, the traveler arrives at the peak alone. Companions likewise vanish.
Policy decisions for Rejection are made by the lone happenstance traveler. Those seeking Isolated Peak are unlikely to find it. Lost, unwary Travelers find it best. At Isolated Peak lies a well-provisioned outpost and a guidebook mapping Rejection. At this outpost, travelers learn the secrets of Rejection and Isolation.
Isolated Peak looks faraway from a distance, but once one gets lost, can be nearer and easier to arrive at than supposed.
Relatable — I used this word in my reviews of Depression Hates a Moving Target by Nita Sweeney on Goodreads and Amazon . It's a nice word, but overused of late. So, it feels lazy. What do I mean? I connected with this book. It made me reflect more on my own first marathon experience. It made me want to put on my running shoes and head out the door again. In fact, I did. Now, typically, my mental health doesn't hinder my ability to do the stuff I want to do and my body flies under the radar. Still, I also felt goofy stepping out in my running gear a lot of the time. I didn't see myself as a "runner" or an athlete. And, I had no idea if I could run 13 miles let alone 26.2 when I started. More to the point, could I stay moving for the 4+ hours straight it would take to complete the marathon? To do the training mileage, I knew I'd have to run through streets and trails on my own and that made me nervous, too. Waves of grief wash us to strange shores. Whe...
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