Cold, beautiful and really, really slow.
I am ridiculously slow and cautious on the leaf-covered rocky trails now. I’m so worried about spraining my ankle again. It’s frustrating and I hope I get over it soon.
It’s nice to have such a patient training partner, though.
A full week off from running because of a stupid chest cold.
I was hoping for at least 8 miles today, but my body had other plans. I’m trying to feel good about the fact that I’m listening to my body and taking it easy, but not running is so much harder than running is.
It was a gorgeous day to be in the mountains though.
Misty mountains, wildflowers and a bear.
Sunshine, a very cold swimming hole and lots of rocks to test my ankle and climbs to remind me I’ve been away from the mountains for too long.
It felt good to get back out there, though.
I love my mountains.
Cold for May, but comfortable for running. A lot of wild azaleas along the trail and some mountain laurel just starting to bloom.
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.