Having just recently begun the very interesting hobby of running, currently building myself up to speed at 1.5 miles a day, I've decided to go on with this... and start at the beginning. I drifted away in the first place because I lost track of how many miles I've gone, and while I estimate I'm somewhere in the range of 800, I think it would be exciting to start up all over again... very close to the date I started two years ago.
So... *cough cough* Under the persona of.... myself in another world
6 miles, just past Bywater (shamelessly copying you, my dear
Alatįriėl)
'Twas a bright and cheery morning that I set out, bound for Rivendell and perhaps beyond... and all alone. I had one companion, aside from the hobbit lads, for the first mile. He was a bright perky chap with rumpled dark hair and rosy cheeks. I enjoyed his company, but he was slightly annoyed that we were moving so swiftly, and soon turned homewards to Hobbiton.
Yes, indeed I was running, for the day was so bright and cheery. The snow still lingers on the ground, in some place far over five feet, and in some places just below three feet, but the skies are blue and the sunlight is streaming the boughs of the trees. It lights up the snow in a way that makes it nearly blinding. Every so often quick, light breezes will skip through, and then they'll flit away with the cry: "Follow me, follow me!" I follow. They're going right on to Rivendell and pulling me with them.
Occasionally the trails (for I chose not to go by the main road, but the little hidden trails that weave through the woods and over the fields) will be blocked by a fallen tree, the result of some of the bitter storms. It's no great difficulty for the feet to jump over them with lightness, but the heart becomes heavy and dragging to see one of those tall, stately, gloried lives ended.
Only one mile until I will have that last view of Hobbiton. Last? I daresay I'll return someday. I hope so. The Shire will be green in a few months, and I want to return to share in the bliss of its springs and summers.
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Lyta, I'm glad your Sam came just in time to save you from that giant spider! And hopefully no further difficulties will assail you on that road to Mordor.
Reflecting on the start to my adventure that I wrote above, I recall how, in childhood, I used to lie in bed and imagine I was accompanying Frodo in his quest. And now it's 'for real.'
elfearz, what more can I say to what
Lyta has already said? But there is something that comforts me when those Nazgul step forward with their cruel knifes, and those giants spiders with their sharp stings: Frodo set sail for the West, but not until his work in Middle-Earth was finished. That thought has heartened me many a time.
EDIT:
P.S. About the list of walking members and their current mileage... I'm hesitant about whether to continue it or not. Many members don't keep their mileage in their location spaces anymore. Should I stop keeping the list or should I just put on members who have their mileage in their location spaces?
Bah humbug, you lazy little Nuru! I'll keep up the list, looking in the location spaces and (recent) posts that give hint.
EDIT 2:
P.P.S. The list is updated, and can be found
here. You will notice that its size has greatly diminished. Anyone who hasn't posted after page 29 was assumed no longer participating, and therefore has magically disappeared. Anyone who has posted after page 29 is still on the list, regardless of what they posted (I didn't read what they wrote; I just saw their names). If you've been cut out of the list and are still walking, you can post of your adventures and your name will magically appear.