
About three miles down the path is an 80' footbridge that spans the river. It was built using the original granite abutments from the rail line. Crossing the arching timber decking connects you to the second half of the trail path. It is a beautiful sight.
Running on the trail was amazing and it made me think about the children's story, The Little Engine That Could. Running or more specifically running in New England has been my mountain. I have been doubting my ability at times to increase the distances and conquer the hills. Today was a day where I got to say, "I knew I could, I knew I could" because I completed a six mile run that felt smooth and easy. My hard work and determination, mixed with a little optimism, made me the little engine.
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