Seeking new horizons on the diverse trails of the Santa Monica Mountains
Sage. Nicholas. Willow. My mind sorts through names as I blaze past Leo Carrillo State Beach's Nicholas Flats trail ...
Photo by Joshua Huber
Sage. Nicholas. Willow. My mind sorts through names as I blaze past Leo Carrillo State Beach's Nicholas Flats trail and wind instead up Willow Creek, toward the backside of the mirador. The name sifting began four months ago, shortly after my husband, Johnny, and I found out that we are expecting our first baby.
Although I have only lived at the base of Southern California's Santa Monica Mountains for seven months, I am compelled to honor these mountains -- to mark this baby with a piece of their story. I am so engrossed in names that I almost miss the Red-Tailed Hawk lazily surfing wind thermals overhead. My breath comes out in shallow jabs, signaling that I am no longer myself, but myself and my child.
When I had asked the doctor about running during pregnancy, she said, "It's fine for you to run as long as you take it easy."
Take it easy? I had to ask her what that meant, exactly. "When you get out of breath, slow down or stop."