When I arrived home from this morning’s run my husband said, shaking his head jokingly, “When I saw your new [minimalist] shoes here, I knew you weren’t going for a short run.”
“I only ran twelve miles.”
He laughed. So did my oldest son. “Why can’t you be like a normal person and run a three mile short run?”
“Ya!” piped in sonny boy. “Mom’s short run is ten to twenty miles!!”
Now, that’s NOT true. Twenty miles is a long run. And I CAN run three miles, but I’m not sure that makes me “normal.” Just most of the time, I don’t want to run three miles. If I’m going to get into the truck and drive twenty minutes to the closest trails, I’m not going to run three miles. Sure, if I wanted to run out my door, which I do occasionally, I’d run three miles. That would be just fine with me (assuming I already got in 25+ miles for the week).
Maybe I’m not “normal.”
Does anyone recall that song with the line “If loving you is wrong, I don’t wanna be right . . .?” I don’t remember who originally sang it, but in Junior High I bought Rod Stewart’s album, Footloose and Fancy Free, and I played that song again and again.
Funny, those words are kind of how I feel about trails.
This morning, I ran the big loop at Aliso/Wood Canyons, but ran it counter-clockwise. I rarely do that. Usually I run up Meadows Trail in a clockwise loop, which is much steeper climbing, but the major climbing is pretty much over after Meadows. Counter-clockwise, I run a continuous gradual climb for quite some time (see elevation profile below) and then I get to fly (I mean run) down Meadows.
The park was crowded with a multitude of people this cool August morning. I was “Miss Chatty Cathy” chatting with anyone who would talk to me. Talking with the ranger first, I learned that what I thought was a ferret a few weeks ago was actually a long-tailed weasel (which is related to the ferret). I also talked to several hikers from a local hiking club making their way through Wood Creek Trail. I said a few words to some of the Mater Dei High School cross country team as every single one of them ran past me. And I even stopped on West Ridge for a bit to chat with an adult student that took, I believe two of the Photoshop classes that I teach.
12.05 miles (19.39 km) run this morning
Elevation Profile: +1,702’/-1723’