Uh oh... now what?
DISCLAIMER: I have no running log to create credentials to
establish any legitimacy to posting, on the other hand there
is a sprig of mistletoe attached to the back of my shorts.
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Trail maintenance is messing with the running, so I thoughtI would run around the block this morning--at least get in twomiles without needing to stop to push something off the trail.
First I have to get over the trauma of being where people can seeme; next is to remember those lights are on cars, not someone'sflashlight coming down the trail. Okay so far--half mile to thecorner and the only thing left behind is a trail of fog that is
disappearing as I run. Up the bike path past the place where all
the pumpkins were. The field has been plowed and all that is left
of Halloween is the broken pieces of orange globes that were
smashed by the disc harrow.
Oliver, the Red-tailed hawk that evaluates us every time we run
around the block, sneers at me again. The puffing increases in
accordance with change of grade (ought to mention that changes
in grade on paved routes are parabolic curves?) as the second
corner is finally reached.
Right or left? Same distance, but madrona trees and Mt. Bakerone way; the prairie, the strait, and the Olympic Mountains the other... hmmm... left and along the upper edge of the prairie.
One kestrel is still around. The past three mornings have been cold enough for frost. Most of the small raptors have gone south. This one is stubborn or knows the freshly plowed field holds breakfast and a day of feeding before taking flight for warmer climes. The bald eagles are in the area, but not on the nest, way too early.
I'll go up the cemetery trail and down the bluff access trail just a bit to legitimize posting this in a "trail forum"--even though that seems to be in jeopardy, discussion, or something.Should I editorialize this... no.
Three ravens remind me loudly that I am not welcome this early inthe day. The grasses are tall enough and coated with frost.After a short distance my gloves are soaked with ice water, sillyme. Down the dirt road to the paved road, turn right, pause to count the black-capped chickadees, 73 of them, maybe, all in the wild plum tree, pretending to be Christmas ornaments, pretend to pick up the pace for the last half mile, being careful to not glance at my watch. Oh great--a yearling cow wants to race. Cows don't have good running form. If I can keep his attention, he (boy cow) will run into the corner post... nope, he remembersfrom last week. Turn to corner, two tenths to the house. A familiar warm smile from the window and a coffee cup held up--not trails, but they will still be there this afternoon.
rgot
John M.
Refurbished Hip
John, there are no rules here. We are in charge. And we love your writings, so please keep posting them.
p.s. "Parabolic curves." Love that.
Running is dumb.
Wandering Wally
Good stuff.
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Ultra Cowboy
John we seem to have similar around the block runs. More than once I've had inquisitive heifers pace me to the corner. Now that the beef calves are on the ground they sprint like grade schoolers.
Keep 'em coming.
WYBMADIITY
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Sounds similar in parts to where I run. And that is not trail, either, just the access way to the bike path.
I like the mix of "road" (paved or very nicely groomed trails) and trail, it makes things interesting and adds a little high-speed running!
Very nice run, John!
Run for fun.
Tim
Thanks for writing, John.
Actually, Mandy is in charge and guess what, she developed a potty mouth since leaving RWOL.
“Paralysis-to-50k” training plan is underway!
Hey John: Good to read your writing again. Hope to see you at Rocky this year (next year...).
LB2
Nice. When I run around the block early in the morning all I see are cats and sometimes people walking dogs.
Glad you made it over here.
tbd.