The last time that I hit the trails was Tuesday, and that seems like ages ago. Heading down toward Tijeras Creek, it took everything I had just to stay out there. Really, I wanted more than anything to go back home and sleep. I think the only thing that kept me out there was the fact that I had driven so far to get to these trails. I didn’t want to waste that gas for nothing. But, I hardly ran at all. Well, actually, I pretty much didn’t run – just a few steps here and there. I told myself, “just go to your happy place, then you can turn around.” My happy place is the Tijeras Creek / Arroyo Trabuco junction. It’s so peaceful and beautiful there – even in the fall when everything is basically brown. Before I even arrived to my happy place, I decided to plod right through the creek. Reason: I had already decided that I wouldn’t need dry feet because I was going home.
On my way back up Tijeras Creek Trail, I stopped to listen to the rushing water. And then on a whim, I walked up mid-stream to explore the waters. I’m not sure how far I hiked, but it was enough to soothe my soul. I haven’t even downloaded my garmin yet, but I’m pretty sure the entire trip was about three miles long.
Heading back, beaten by the preceding days, yet refreshed by the day’s little adventure (wearing my trail glasses so that I could read my text messages):