With Winter Break over, the utter chaos gone, I wanted to get away for some trails today. I didn’t care how many miles I “ran”. I wanted quality. And so, I drove two hours (round trip, an hour there and back), yes two hours to run up a little trail called Silverado Motorway (AKA Silverado Trail, Bedford). (We by the way measure driving distance in minutes and hours here in Southern California – I know, pretty crazy).
You may think it’s a tad bit crazier to drive two hours for a 3.5 mile trail. Just wait. I had the mountain completely to myself. Seriously. It was just me and the hawks. On the other hand, the out trip was flipping hard. A mile in, I was ready to give up. But I couldn’t make that drive and turn back after only one mile. I struggled onward, delighting in the cold breeze. The road was steep, rocky and with an edge I could easily fall off with a little trip on a stone. Soon the gloves were off and after an hour and a half I finished the longest three and a half miles ever! The trip back down was much, much quicker.