Here's a picture I took of some mountain lion prints a few years ago:
I live in the foothills of those mountains, my bedroom window looks out on them. I've done a bit of exploring through some of the trails, especially when I was into 4-wheeling. But now I'm into running, not Jeeps. I want to run those trails I used to drive.
Today I did a route that leads right up to the very base of the mountain. Last year at this time I'd ride this route on a mountain bike for a good workout. Today, I'm dead legged from yesterday's windy 73 mile bike ride (I rode almost 200 miles this week!). Things change, don't they?
I knew I wanted to stop and take in some of the views and shoot some unworthy pictures on my phone. Here's the first.
When I started I didn't warm up enough and my injured hamstring was quite tight. So, I just went real slow until it loosened (about a half mile). Everything felt great until I stopped to take a picture. After that, my piriformis felt heavy, like lead. Eh, what are you gonna do, stay home?
The terrain here is high desert, mostly grass land. The mountains were covered in live oaks, but there were two huge fires last summer that denuded them.
After running about three miles I happened across a military-type, 6X6 vehicle. That's 3 sets of axles for a total of six wheels. They were perched on a hillside looking south.
I'm pretty new to running and often learn things that are obvious to others. Today I learned that when trail running, the terrain dictates the pace. That goes doubly true for running trails in toe shoes! However, they keep my stride short and form in check, so it's a good trade off!
Today's eight mile run capped off a monster week. I missed a forty minute run due to the previously stated patella issue, but still amassed 207 total miles of running and riding. I had three TOUGH rides where I started using my heart rate monitor to determine my pace instead of the speedometer.
The last thing I wanted to share was this: