Yes, I ran yesterday. But that was a desperation run, a road run. I’m not saying it wasn’t lovely. It was. But I am a trail runner. Strange this happened. But I am. I like watching the beetles stick their heads in the dirt. I like worrying about tics and snakes. I like spotting deer and fretting over rocks rolling beneath my feet. I love scraping against the foliage on single tracks. I really love hearing the breeze blow through the trees. I guess you can call me easily amused.
Before taking off on my run this morning, I stopped by the ranger station to find out more about a new trail opening up. Turns out it comes off of Meadows Trail and is quite a climb. The ranger said it’s a great hike. One of the other county workers that I see often said that he didn’t know about running it. “But then again,” he said, “You trail runners are crazy. I see you guys running up Meadows like it’s nothing. DON’T YOU EVER RUN OUT OF BREATH?” Thrilled that he called me “crazy”, I chuckled (but I do prefer “psycho.”) I don’t “run out of breath” anymore. That’s not to say that I don’t get tired. Definitely I do and my body moves slower and I may huff and puff on those extremely tough climbs. But I don’t run out of breath. Still, I thought his question was cute.
Onward and upward . . .
Miles run this morning: 12.14 (19.54 km)