Two rainy days in a row kept this woman in the gym during her free time. You might think she would work on her novel, perhaps journal, play the piano, maybe just tune her guitar, strum a couple chords, or even finish one thing from a huge list of unfinished projects (a needlepoint pillow that’s almost, almost finished or “God Forbid” continue that search for a literary agent).
But I just can’t! I have other things to do, lunches to make, clothes to clean some to iron, dishes to wash, toilets to clean, students to teach, family to hug, a son to help double-knot his the shoes, another to listen as he talks incessantly (about interesting things I might add) and another I need to “walk on eggshells” for, AND of course, the ultimate truth: I am utterly obsessed. I am utterly obsessed with strength. I am obsessed with sweat. So, if I’m not out there enjoying a run (& hubby’s working and the boys are in school), I feel the constant urge to strengthen, strengthen, strengthen so that I continue to enjoy the run.
Perhaps this is a mid-life crises. I really don’t think so. I feel no need for a “cool” car. I don’t need to wear the latest clothing trends. Thing is, I’m probably past mid-age, unless of course I live past 92 (which could happen : ).
With only one lovely child remaining to drop at school this morning, I checked the website for Aliso/Wood Canyons and yelped out loud. I added to that, a loud applause. Then I ran to hubby and asked if I could use the car – Aliso/Wood is open! It’s open!!
I was so dang giddy that I lost one of my earphone buds. I neglected to put on Glide. Despite the burns on my arms left by the seams on my sleeves, this morning’s run was delightful.
Using my husband’s ipod (story too long to tell), I ran to music I haven’t listened to in years. I mean YEARS. I listened to Creedance, Pink Floyd, Stevie Nicks, even The Who. Usually I can’t take The Who – they are just too much for me. Some of you may know what I mean. Some of you may say, the Who?
As I ran listening to this music, I remembered staying up late, late at night as a child, past midnight on Fridays to watch Don Kirshner’s Rock Concert(Does anyone remember that show?). I felt awakened so many times watching that show. I remember guitarists maneuvering across the stage like I had never imagined. I saw women rock n’ roll like I didn’t think was possible.
Anyway, before I continue on with today’s photo shoot. Does anyone remember the line “I’ve got a Cobra snake for a necktie.”? If you do, comment and let me know the song and who sang it. If you do, I’ll send the first correct answer a small prize.
About 1 mile in on Aliso Creek Trail / Nice cool breeze, no other runners in sight.
The colors are changing on Aliso Creek Trail – still a beauty
Sign at end of Wood Canyon Trail (Yikes!) Read carefully, it says that mountain lions . . . are known to attack without warning. Hmmmm. Wouldn’t that be obvious, I mean, they are cats. (Don’t mean to make light of any mountain lion attacks, I’m a bit scared myself).
Wood Creek Trail – yes, spring is still in the air, and in the flora.
More Wood Creek Trail (really can’t get enough of this tiny trail) – it was overgrown and filled with spiderwebs this morning (lovely, seriously – loved it). Surprisingly, there were no mushrooms among the ferns. Perhaps that’s for another season. (Note: after a re-look, this is the “ending” of Wood Creek, looking back, and the beginning of Coyote Run Trail – Oops)
Coyote Trail Run – as I’ve mentioned before, a mystical, seemingly magical trail. I encountered two mountain bikers on this trail.
More Coyote Run Trail (notice the moss covered rocks in left foreground.) Those of you familiar with this trail might wonder, how can this picture be – the creek should be on the left. I turned around a took a picture from where I came from (not travelling forward in picture)
9.31 glorious miles run today. Can’t wait for next time. But I’d better get to bed.
ps. only one snake spotted today 