When you wake up at 5am and can’t get back to sleep, it’s easy to get out on your morning run early.
Today was another 13 mile run. I decided to run an old route. My only intrepidation was to get past the loose Great Danes at mile three.
It was not raining when I started this morning! But as you can see-or not see-the low ceiling. Yes it is spring, but kind of dreary.
I heard the Great Danes at mile 3, but they were barking at me from inside the house. I was prepared. I had my pepper spray in one hand, a big long stick in the other.
Successfully past the dog house, I was happy to be able to “run” up the 1/2 mile hill. “Run” might not be the best term, but it was a running motion, not a walking leg turnover.
When I got to the ridgeline, it was hard to tell if it was lightly raining or just the low ceiling of clouds.
It was just a light mist, and ten degrees warmer than yesterday. I was wearing just short sleeves, but I did have my eVent jacket stashed in the pack, ready for the thunderstorm-that never appeared.
From the ridgeline, it was downhill on some back country roads, muddy and rocky. I was wearing back up (old) road shoes, some old Hokas, and slipped in a few spots with mud on the downhill. (Yesterday’s Bondis have not dried out yet.)
Pretty uneventful run. I had good energy and the legs felt good. Very few cars out and about on this Friday. These were the most amusing critters I saw on my run:
A nice long downhill that matches the 1/2 mile climb up the ridge, through the creek bottom and the climb back up my state route. The view had not improved much:
This loop turned out to be twelve miles not thirteen, but I did run fourteen miles yesterday not thirteen. Another good effort for me. I came home, stretched, drank Ultragen, and readied my pack for tomorrow-17 miles at Mohican.