I want to be a trail runner. I really do. I think trail running is amazing and challenging and I feel more than a little hardcore when I do it. I really love it. I have one small handicap that makes this tough... I have NO sense of direction and can not read a map to save my life.
I planned a trail run at a park I have never been and I attempted to give the directions to the trail head to my buddy from LA. She made it to the trail head I did not. I found a trail head, so after an interesting phone conversation she was able to find me. (Fortunately, she DOES have a sense of direction, so it was safer for her to come to me.)
We set off on a trail and since I had no idea about the trails from this entrance we chose one at random (you can probably see where this is going, right?) Picture: LA run buddy and I getting ready to head out.
Well, 2.5 miles of climb later (1200 ft. elevation gain to be exact) I decided we had had enough. We turned around and headed back down. It was steep with switch backs, so you couldn't really fly downhill, but it was a beautiful trail. Picture: Reassuring sign at trail head.
It was tougher run than either of us were up for, but it was great to run with her again and the weather was gorgeous! A total run length of 5 miles. 5 tough miles. Picture: LA run buddy after our run. I think it is a testament to how much that I have grown up that I am willing to hang out with such a gorgeous creature! Sorry ladies, she is gorgeous, smart and sweet. I know, it isn't supposed to be like that.
4 hours ago