I felt like I was on a bit of a roll and the weather was nice, so I went for a trail run after dropping off my skis and stuff at home. For the first time in a long while, I also felt a small pang of loss from leaving the mountains, even though I live right next to them.
Strange. Last time I felt that, I moved west.
There is a difference though, between living on the edge of humanity, and living in a community in the middle of wild lands, and I think that's what I felt. I'm not quite sure how to take it, but it was soon smoothed out by a run into the hills though pine woods and rocks, as it always is.
This is Ralston Butte, which is outside the park. Bummer:
Spying on part of North Table Mountain:
This run was chilly, and I was just on the edge of discomfort in a T-shirt and arm warmers. Whatever. Getting used to discomfort always comes in handy eventually.
And no matter whether these hills are in the heart of the mountains or not, I always feel gratitude for being able to run through them at all.
Distance was 8.40 miles, time 1:56 (moving 1:35), elevation gain/loss 1,571 feet, avg. pace 13:55 (moving 11:20), and best pace 6:23.
