Riprap parking to Loft mountain (without taking the shortcut through the campground that we took last time)
I was on my own for this one.
Brian ran the JIM yesterday. I cheered him on. It looked miserable. And kind of fun. Maybe I’ll join him next year.
The first half of my run was really quiet. I only saw one other person in the first 9 miles.
It was humid. In less than an hour I was drenched with sweat.
The very nice lady who works at the Loft mountain camp store remembered me. I’m sure it had nothing to do with the fact that both times I’ve been in there I’ve been dripping wet.
I scared a bunny.
Okay, maybe it was the other way around.
I also heard a bear crashing through the woods. I saw the brush move, but didn’t actually see the bear. It was moving away from me.
The last 6 miles were tough. It was getting late (I didn’t finish until almost 1:30) and hot. I spent some time wondering if I was suffering from heat exhaustion or just plain old exhaustion. The difference is a little more worrisome when you’re out there by yourself. I decided it was run-of-the-mill tiredness and I was probably right because I finished without any medical emergencies.
There was definitely some walking, though.
I’m trying to avoid routes with swimming holes because I had a mole removed from my leg for biopsy. It was benign but it left a gaping hole in my leg. My dermatologist wasn’t too keen on me swimming in mountain streams. It’s been three weeks now though and I don’t think I can take it much longer. A plunge at the end of this run would have felt amazing. If it’s hot next weekend I’m hitting up a swimming hole.
I had a few gnats on my legs when I finished.
That wouldn’t have been the case if there had been a swimming hole to clean off in.