Last weekend I noticed something while I drove Interstate 5, southbound, at about 70 miles per hour. I noticed a flag flying high up in the hills overlooking San Juan Capistrano, Dana Point and San Clemente. It was an American flag, I could tell that. How I never noticed it before, I cannot tell.
Well, I’m one of those sort of runners who sees a flag and then has to, and I mean HAS TO run to it. I got quickly thinking which trails might lead to this flag, and determined the trails off Las Ramblas, ones that I have never run, would probably take me there.
There’s a reason I don’t run the Las Ramblas trails. Very simple. No shade. I love trees, and I love shade. Take both of those out, well, I pretty much stay away from you.
But I HAD TO run to that flag.
And so, on day 29 of my running streak, I strapped on my pack and headed out on the hot, exposed trails of Las Ramblas. It was scorching, and it was a struggle, but I made it. I ran the trails that went up, and I made it to the flag in about 2.5 miles. And I discovered that just because these trails aren’t “my cup of tea,” they are still beautiful – a different kind of beautiful.
Miles logged: 5.04
One more trip back up to the flag before heading back.