Day 14: I hit the trails in Aliso/Wood Canyons Wilderness park. The weather was perfectly warm with an almost hot breeze, a nostalgic breeze. The weather brought back many memories as I ran through the two canyons. I’ve been running the trails in this park for a long time. There was a time I could get lost here. There was a time that I did get lost here. There was a time when I had not yet run every single trail in the park. Now I know them all.
On the morning of my 14th day in this running streak, I decided to take the toughest climb to the ridge. That’s right, Mentally Sensitive (better known in my mind as “Psycho Path.”)
After all the nice, pretty stuff, Mentally Sensitive dumps you out onto an asphalt road for a little jaunt. There was this guy to warn me off from the evils of “Psycho Path.”
But I didn’t take his warnings because sometimes I am insanely determined. It was pretty dang miserable too, so steep and difficult it was. Can it get any better? This is the top of Mentally Sensitive:
And this is at Top of the World (overlooking Laguna Beach):
I finished up the eleven trail miles a little sluggish, as the warm winds brought back memories of finishing up these trails with drastically less vigor. I recalled coming out of this canyon many times ready to collapse. I recalled the friends that I suffered with on these very trails in hot, hot weather, and how we quietly bonded in our suffering. Boy! That’s great stuff. Remembering those runs nearly made me cry.
When I got home I registered for a Spartan Race (come September! One month prior to Twin Peaks!!!). What the heck was I thinking? It was the nostalgia I tell you! Nostalgia made me do it. Wasn’t that what got me into trail running in the first place? Yes, indeed it was. If I hadn’t camped in Calico as a young Girl Scout, I probably wouldn’t be a trail runner today.
Day 15: I began my burpee training. And as my husband watched me struggle off to the side, he said, “Ummmm, I think you have a problem.” He said out loud what I knew. How can I be so weak and at the same time be able to run for so many miles. Well, first off, I hardly cross train any more. And I also don’t swim any more. Something to change. But first, after a good sweat and some rapid burpee heart beats, I took off for a minimum run around the neighborhood. On the 15th day of my running streak, I ran 1.32 miles.