It makes you sing and dance, and it makes you walk,
If I go alone, I say, I'm almost OK,
Forever in slow genes.
Biking's sweet, but it ain't nothing next to running's treat,
So pardon me, I've got to say,
If alone, I'm OK,
Forever in slow genes.
This weekend I made a huge mistake hurling myself against Iron Mountain on Saturday. Not that it is an especially difficult trail (nice single track and modest elevations and gradients). Not that it was under especially difficult conditions (crisp blue skies, temps in the upper 40s to start, 50s at the finish). No, the mistake was going in the first place. You see, Spencer had his first-ever wrestling match, and I stupidly, selfishly missed it. And he even won. Double stupid, and double the you're-a-bad-dad feeling. M
Maybe that contributed to the overall SuckoMeter™ reading of 50.
The first portion of the run was actually pretty good, with a SuckoMeter reading of about 2. Doesn't get better than that. I wasn't fast, I wasn't in great shape, but the run was fun; just me and a Golden Eagle. Not even a vulture circling yet. I should have stopped. I don't listen to myself.
My main camera battery died as I turned it on to snap the eagle, so pardon the shots, they came from my phone cam.
Despite the rain and snow for a couple of days during the week, the trail conditions were excellent. That is probably due to its distance to the east from the main spine of the Sierra. I would be willing to wager the area didn't experience much more than a dampening event. My only complaint about the trail is that since the last time I was out there, motorcycle morons have found it and, as is their wont, dug up some curves and had a hard time actually staying on the trail.
I don't understand the mentality of the people who do this. There are miles and miles and miles of 4x4 roads and motorcycle tracks. They find a track that is obviously solely intended for foot/bicycle/horse traffic, and feel the need to abuse it with a motorcycle.
As I said, both knees are hurting at the end of runs, and I'm not sure if it is a case of dual IT band issues, or just getting old. I'm almost convinced of the latter, though either way it slows me down even further than my genetics predispose me to. Sigh.