We had registered months ago to do WazUPwidis this morning. But Brian was sick all week and still had a lingering cough. He was nice enough to say he would still go with me, though. When I went to bed last night I was still planning to go do it. By the time I got up this morning and thought about it, I realized that I didn’t want to spend four hours in the car to run a 5K. And if I felt that way, I knew Brian didn’t want to spend four hours in the car to watch me run a 5K.
It’s a fun race, and if we were both doing it and then running up Mill Mountain afterward like we had planned it would have been worth it. But under the circumstances it just didn’t make much sense.
I told Brian I would just run with the CAT 50K training group again.
It started at 7am this week, so the sun was just coming up. It was a beautiful sunrise with just the tiniest sliver of a moon. And 22 degrees.
My toes didn’t thaw out until about the time I reached the top of Jarmans.
I was surprised how much snow there was up on the ridge.
It was nothing like the section of the AT we ran last week, but there were still many, many blowdowns.
I had company climbing up Turk which was nice. The view from the top was worth the extra climbing and rocky technical trail which (as a bonus! fun!) was covered in snow.
On the way back down I was mostly by myself, which was nice too. The sun was out and it was quiet and peaceful in the snowy woods.
When I got back to my car, I started to drive away with my gloves and hat on the roof of my car. I had placed them there and then gone about looking for my car key, stretching and texting Brian to let him know the run had taken longer than I thought it would. By the time I was ready to go, I’d forgotten they were still up there. As I was pulling out, I checked my rear-view mirror and saw someone chasing me with my hat in his hand trying to get my attention. He helped me gather up my clothing.
That is not the first (or second) time I’ve driven off with something on my roof. I’ve also driven off with a slice of cake and an iPad on my roof before (two separate occasions and both survived).
It was cold, but not as bad as I thought it would be.
The AT is still in pretty bad shape, though. There were so many blowdowns! The mile of switchbacks down to the shelter reminded me of Mahoosuc Notch, except with tree branches instead of boulders. It was more of an obstacle course than a run. And since it was an out-and-back, we got to go through it twice!!
It was nice to have some company on the climb up to the turnaround, and the sun even came out for a few minutes.
My knee pain is back. It’s the same pain I had back in July.
This time, it started last Tuesday a little less than four miles into what was supposed to be an eight mile run. I had to cut the run short.
At first, it only hurt when I ran.
My friend Rebecca was visiting this weekend and we did quite a bit of hiking. The weather wasn’t great while she was here, but there was a long enough break from the rain to get a few miles in on the Appalachian Trail.
Monday morning, I went back to 6:15 Cycle at Carver and was happy to see that the class was pretty full.
Unfortunately, I think I overdid it. Yesterday the knee was hurting on the bike and even just walking around.
I guess I will be in the pool for a while.
I don’t know what this means about the Blue Ridge Marathon, but I can’t even think about that right now. I’m having a hard enough time dealing with not being able to run the Charlottesville Ten Miler this weekend.
The original plan was to go to Sugar Hollow and run the same loop that I ran two weeks ago. I’m a creature of habit.
Don’t worry, I wasn’t planning to write about it.
But I got turned around.
I decided to drive up to Shenandoah National Park and do an out and back on the AT instead. I stopped at Mudhouse in Crozet for second breakfast (I’d had a bowl of cereal at 5, and it was now going to be 8 by the time I started my run).
I headed out in the foggy mist.
The trail was muddy and slippery (and a bit of a river in places).
I hadn’t run far before I happened upon this pretty girl.
She went back to her breakfast, but kept her eyes on me.
I told her that I didn’t want to bother her, but that I would like to get by. She started to leave, but stopped after a few paces and turned to watch me pass.
I saw evidence of thru-hikers before I saw any actual thru-hikers. I ended up seeing many.
Does anybody know what kind of flowers these are?
I ran through a field full of them and they smelled wonderful.