“It was a beautiful day, The sun beat down…I was flying.”- Tom Petty
Got up super early this morning because I wanted to do a long run. But I didn’t want to go just anywhere, I didn’t want to go to the track again, and I also didn’t want to run on pavement. So I went to some trails my brothers had taken me to before.
It was a great day to be out.
My brother always tells me that long runs are like practice runs. These are the runs where you find out what works and what doesn’t work. What shoes & clothes work, what food & drinks, etc.
Before I went to the trails, I stopped and got some drive-thru breakfast, and then I went to the supermarket and picked up some water, coconut water, beef jerky, candy, and cans of double-shot espressos. The plan was to run 16 miles and I didn’t know what I was going to need. Unfortunately, all this stuff made my backpack really heavy. I think it must’ve weighed about 30lbs.
Forcing a smile because the bag is so heavy.
I thought about leaving the bag behind and maybe just taking a coconut water, and a pocket of Sour Patch candy with me, but I thought to myself that the military guys lug around heavier bags than this. Besides, my blog is about lifting too, right? So off I went.
The hike begins with a very steep climb to the top of Robber’s Peak, the place where the California’s famous outlaw Joaquin Murrieta and his gang would hide out in order to have a view of any posse’s trying to capture them.
Once I got up there and took in the views, I started running down the trails. I felt like an explorer from the early days of California. I didn’t know which way to go, I just went.
I’d go up one trail to see where it went only to have it loop around. I went down another trail that was actually a dead end that made me turn around.
I even went down some places that I wasn’t even sure were trails.
It was not a trail. It was a dare. I followed it until I reached a barb wire fence and then I turned back.
This trail was really challenging but really fun. Some parts felt like I was on a rollercoaster. Especially when I got to Chutes Trail.
It was like being in a bobsled track. At one point when I was going down I yelled “Oh shoot!” Then I chuckled to myself and thought maybe that’s where the name comes from. Aside from looking like tubular trails, of course.
Since I felt like an early explorer, I even started giving certain locations names of my own. For example:
Behold: Cactus Alley
and Shady Resting Place
There were quite a few people on the trails today. Mostly bicyclists
ON YOUR LEFT
I saw this barefoot runner lady and told her that I felt discomfort because I had a pebble in my shoe. She laughed. A half mile later I saw fresh blood on the trail. I remembered seeing a wrap on one of her feet. Barefoot runners would save themselves some trouble if they would only see Die Hard a few times. Shoot the Glass!
I also this huge muscular guy with long hair who looked like Conan the Barbarian flying down the trails. And they say that “runners don’t lift and lifters don’t run.” Actually I say that. It’s on my website.
So great day but I did cut my run short. I only did a little over 8 miles, which is half of what I had set out to do. I learned that these trails were very fun but some parts were very technical. I learned that I have wrong shoes for trail running. I also learned that I didn’t need quite so much supplies.
25 weeks until Born to run 100 miler
19 weeks until Tough Mudder