Got 10.79 trail miles in today (with 2,177 feet of elevation gain). Objective met. I felt the joy of the trails, during which I snuck up on 2 buck. One of them stared me down until I got so spooked that I went on my way without looking back (Not really, I did look back to catch one more picture – but the good news is that I did not turn into a pillar of salt).
The misery of Mentally Sensitive was absolutely delightful. And upon reaching the top, I bushwhacked my way to a secret club house dug out in the brush. The place is fairly new, and I’ve never had the opportunity to meet the creators of this secret meeting place. I took a seat on the skateboard nailed into the roots beneath a tree and made a little monument out of sticks and an empty bottle of saki I found strewn to the side.
I experienced great aggravation over the fact that I could not take the pain to increase my speed to my normal slow speed. I tried not to think about such things, and it was during those thoughtless times that I experienced the most joy.
The last mile and a half in, I needed to switch off running and walking. By the time I reached my car, I really, really wanted to cry. But I did not. Instead, I went home and iced, then stretched, then applied heat, not to be complete without a scolding from my husband who argued I should give up some things and get to the doctor ASAP. He almost convinced me.
I will say that I did take some precautions on this morning’s run by stopping often to take in the beauty. And this camera happy person took that time to complete a photo diary of my run.
True Love :