It's interesting when you take a trail that you know up, down, left, and right, backwards. I found myself turning around to see if it looked right. My feet found roots that it normally didn't touch.
What was normal were the sounds that I heard. Leaves rustling. Frogs and crickets singing to each other. Bikers racing through the trails. My feet crunching the leaves beneath them.
I love those trails. Forwards or backwards. Those trails keep me breathing fresh air. They keep me running. They keep me balanced.