I clearly overestimated my reading crowd. I cannot believe so few of you (37!) have hidden talents to share. I mean, seriously? Haven’t we been at this for awhile? Aren’t you the kind of audience who has some originality and prowess (TWSS)? Get your ass over to my giveaway/contest, and cut out this shy business.
This is the Picture Rock Trail. You can make it as long as you want, because once you reach the top, you can go forever on all of the trails up there. Mostly the trail is single track and pretty technical with lots of rocks and roots so you “almost” fall about 90 times. Very popular with mountain bikers, although we only saw about five today. It is not super steep, but you feel the climb in elevation and your heart rate really picks up.
It took Joie one mile before she told me my right ass cheek was hanging out. You know how your shorts get pulled up by your fuel belt? She stared at my nice piece of ass for awhile before telling me. A true friend.
About three miles up, we passed an old burned out car. How it got up there, I’ll never know.
I did what any sane person does and got in what would have been the trunk. Not sure how many people have lost their virginity in this car. I was not one of them.
The last time I did this run I saw a huge pile of bear scat, but we didn’t see any today.
We got up to the top around mile 5 and ran for another mile or so in the pines.
This is serious mountain lion territory, so I’m always pretty wary since I have had a slight encounter with one before (he/she just growled at me from the side of the trail as if to say, “you’re too close.”).
Early morning and dusk are the worst times to go if you want to avoid being eaten by a lion, but we did go early to avoid the heat. One runner came down while we were going up (the only runner we saw). He had bells hanging from his Camelback, I guess to alert the lions he was coming. Or maybe he was Santa Clause.
It was a gorgeous morning to be out there. Here’s Joie taking in the view while I take in the view of her cool shirt and nice ass. She saw my ass, so I think I’m entitled to look at hers.
Overall, it was almost 1,300 feet of elevation gain over the six miles up. A nice perky boob-shaped kind of run:
I did not have to stop to crap, which is too bad because there were all kinds of cool places to do it (like the trunk of that car). Someone might have just mistook it for bear scat anyway because I eat a lot of berries.
Ever have a scary wildlife encounter? Or, ever just see wildlife on your runs? Besides that one time when I heard a mountain lion, my interaction is usually limited to deer and the occasional rabbit. Although I did see a peacock last week. I said “cock.”
Do you mix in trail running with regular road/path running? I don’t do it as often as I’d like, but I LOVE being on the trails and even though pace is much slower, the workout feels much tougher. Almost, just almost, makes me want to run an ultra. Did I just say that?
Tonight is the secret flash mob performance. I am giddy.