Slap, slap, slap, slap. The sound of my shoes striking earth was a rhythmic drumbeat, drowning out a waterfall of thoughts. My breath was the metronome for my feet. I inhaled thick, humid air deep into my lungs, then let it wash out of my body, taking with it any lingering concerns. A layer of sweat suspended on my skin, beet red from the Thailand sun. Bamboo towered over my path, an emerald archway. Curiosity guided me as I darted and weaved up and down hillsides, exhilarated.