I love running on trails. Or at least I thought I did. It sounds so, so…Colorado, doesn’t it? I have done it a few times in the past-mostly in college. There is this fantastic trail just 1 1/2 miles from our house that my librarian friend told me about. She runs. A lot. Her husband just ran the Leadville 100 (that’s 100 as in 100 miles!). He’s 65. Wow. Me? I’d just like to run often enough to keep up with my caloric intake.
Anyways…here’s the view from the trail. I took it with my flip phone-so if it’s pixel-y you now know why. But what in the world? Isn’t that beautiful!!??
Now I must find a way not to get eaten by bears, attacked by coyotes or kidnapped while I’m out there alone. In the dark (sunrise is now at 6:15am-so very sad). I’ve been doing Jiliian Michaels’ “Ripped in 30” in my basement. And by “doing” I mean I woke up yesterday and did it. Once. Farm work is a workout in and of itself! Sheesh.
Anyways. Back to trail running. It’s not as glamorous as I thought it would be. Besides the above mentioned dangers there’s also the constant gravel and rocks that keep making their way into my shoes. I’ll have to work on this for next season. As for now…unless I can find a running buddy that will run with me at 5:45am I’ll just keep getting up and doing Jillian. Or farm work. Or both. Or neither. Darn cookie dough.
Also…CATastrophe part 2 is seriously on it’s way…next. I promise. really. no, really!