I headed out around 6:00 AM – the weather was a perfect 55 degrees with a high of 76. I’ve never done trail running before, so why not try it the day of my first 20-mile run of the season? Only 6 weeks until San Diego – so let’s get this run over with. A soft dirt trail and easy jaunt around the lake would be a refreshing change to the concrete I pound every day. Dear sweet mother of God were my expectations so, so wrong.
A half-mile into my run I stop. Oh look, it’s a rock. No, it’s a giant rock. A giant rock that is blocking my trail. Hmm, how the hell am I supposed to get around that? Well Damn – I have to climb it. Watching my footing and taking it slow, I continued my run through mud, creeks, rocks and switches. I saw boats, deer, herons, lizards and thankfully no snakes.
Garmina wasn’t functioning properly . . . the canopy of trees and change of scenery fooled her. I’m pretty sure I only ran 18.5 miles – but I was in constant motion for 4.5 hours. I’m okay with that. I returned to my car covered in mud and exhausted, but with a smile on my face.