I’ve added three more days to my Easter streak, but time is so short, I’ve had little time to contemplate on them.
Day 19: I got out late, though I did manage to get in a beloved mountain run. I drove to Silverado Canyon, and then Maple Springs Road to where the asphalt ends. It’s a single lane road, that is, not one lane each way. No, it’s one lane period. Carefully I drove that road even as eager as I was to finally hit dirt. And hit dirt I finally did. I ran up hill on Maple Springs for 4.5 miles. A mountain biker passed me as he rode downhill and exclaimed, “You’re Awesome.” Wow. I never feel awesome. I should re-state that. I feel awesome, meaning, I immensely enjoy where I’m at and what I’m doing. But as a person, measuring my accomplishments, I don’t think I’m awesome one bit. In fact, I constantly fall miles short. I am a classic low self-esteem person. So, when this cyclist hollered this out to me, I felt blessed. I thought, “How nice he is, and how neat that I am a recipient of his niceness.”
From “Four Corners,” I turned the bend in the rocky road and headed up toward Modjeska peak for 1.5 additional uphill miles. I only made it to the point however, as time ran out for Saturday’s run. At the point, I took in the hazy view, ate my peanut butter and jelly sandwich, then turned back for a glorious 6 mile downhill run. With about 4.5 miles remaining, two dirt bikers flagged me down to tell me this: “We admire you. We really do!!” Wow. I hope that I am a stranger that makes someone’s day once in a while. Total miles run 12.02. (19.34 km).
Day 21 (Easter Day): I planned on getting a run in during the morning hours of Easter. The morning flew by however, so I was left throwing my shoes and garmin into the car as we rushed off to my parents home in Fallbrook. After an Easter lunch and way, way too many sweets (as my no- sweets-during-lent had ended), I headed out the door for a minimum run just to keep up my Easter streak. I ran Dinwiddie Preserve for a grand total of 1.28 miles (2.06 km). And I was happy to do it. Note to to self: Don’t forget to pack a sports bra!!!
Day 21: This was not a good day. To begin, I dreamt in great detail that I was Jewish and in a Jewish concentration camp. The dream was heavy, too heavy and too detailed. A couple things that I explicitly recall are: 1) I said to myself again and again as I registered as Jew and checked myself into the camp, “This has already been endured. You just must endure it again,” and 2) the utter filth in the bedding that we were forced to lay in (though I brought my own clean bedding along with me, which was promptly thrown out when I arrived).
Among other things on this day, which I will not categorize here, I jumped off my front porch, catching my hand on a rose bush. A thorn tore, and I mean TORE through my ring and middle fingers, leaving a bloody mess that would not relent. Besides that and other things (like I broke my husband’s windshield!) and one of my baby brothers went into emergency surgery last night, I was worn out mentally. (My baby brother’s fine now, but I witnessed him in a great deal of pain yesterday, Easter Sunday. I am so thankful that he has such a terrific wife. She got him to the hospital despite preliminary doctor’s findings that they would “monitor,” his pain. Turns out he was diagnosed wrong and had a ruptured appendix all along, that he suffered with for EIGHT days.) Anyway, I’m off subject. The point of this blog is that I did manage to streak day twenty-one. I took a short drive and ran up Aliso Creek Trail into Wood Canyon. From there I turned off on a single track for one of my happy places, “Dripping Cave.” I spent a little time relaxing in the cool and shady Dripping Cave, then headed back out to Wood Canyon where I finished up my run with 6.11 miles (9.83 km). I’m not sure if this made the day better, but I know I’m better for it. And I did get a bit of tranquil thoughtlessness. That’s always a good thing.