I woke this morning at 5:00 AM with 18 miles on the training calendar. I felt tired, had a headache. And as I dressed for the run, I actually stopped, undressed and got back into my pj’s. Then I looked around the living room for a blanket to cuddle up in on the couch. But then I got to thinking. When am I going to get this long run in this weekend? I can’t do it later today. That would take too much time away from family. I can’t do it tomorrow – the day’s extremely full, not to mention, I’ve got 6 miles on tomorrow’s training calendar. If I didn’t get my butt in gear, I was going to miss the chance for this weekend’s long run. So, I bit the bullet, and was in my car driving to Modjeska Canyon at 5:45 in the morning.
Turns out, I’m so glad I made this run. Sure the start was tough. Who am I kidding? The first nine miles is uphill – the first nine miles was tough. It’s a glorious, wondrous tough. “Hard fun.” Plus, I have NEVER seen a more beautiful Harding Truck Trail than I witnessed this morning. The mountains were green and covered in wild flowers. And eventually, I was running above the clouds. I also met up with a couple other runners I know on the trail – runners training for the upcoming Harding Hustle 15k/30k/50k. (If you are local & like the pictures below, you might consider this trail race)
Scenes from the run I almost missed:
These flowers stopped me in my tracks because they reminded me of my great-grandmother, Bessie Husk. She wore pink costume pearls and had pink lacey things like doilies and pillow cases around her house:
After soaking in the bath at home, I lay down on my bed for a little rest when my father called with the sad news that his brother, my Uncle Bo, died suddenly today. He was only 59.
Life is short. Like I had to ask myself this morning, “If not now, when?” So must I ask myself that daily. DAILY.
I dedicate today’s beautiful run to you dear uncle.
R.I.P. David (Bo) Hogan 6/20/52 – 6/9/12