As I was running in the mountains, I tuned more into my surroundings. I didn’t know much about the culture of people living in this place, but I decided that they must believe in the gods or spirits living in these mountains - later I discovered that this is indeed the case. I found it easy to believe in them myself and at that moment they became real to me. I asked the spirits to carry me safely through these trails, forests, and rivers. I felt the need to pay respect and ask forgiveness for trespassing. I believe I have received help or at least a silent agreement to let me pass. I had many chances to miss my step or fall which would have ended my run. I did fall and I did slip but thankfully I was able to carry on. I am home now but I feel that the mountains have become part of me and I will carry them wherever I go.