I’m tired. So, I’m listening to the body, and the brain, and I’m not running today (or hiking, or biking, or pilates, or yoga, or working out…). Harder than you might think to stop, even for a day. Especially, since the Silver Rush 50 is about three weeks away (yikes!).
It’s not that I’m not occupied. Instead of two big white dogs, we currently have three. New guy is Walden (affectionately called “Waldo”) – he is a foster and is under two years of age, and just like our two big white dogs, active and happy. Quite the scene here really. Quite the chaotic scene.
And the Celestial Massage business is cranking too. A little surprising with the beginning of summer – typically folks take time off what with kids out for summer, but we have both been humming along.
So, perhaps all the activity is a good thing. I certainly don’t have time to fret about the race and I find I’m adopting a “c’est la vie” attitude towards it. We will see if that holds. In the meantime, get some sleep for me and send me energy – I have a feeling I’ll need the extra boost!
It was past time to get up to elevation. And that I did, starting at 11,600 feet, for two of my recent runs. Running may not be the operative verb, however – it was more like fast hiking, and sometimes more like a death march, on the steeper, higher sections of Mt. Bierstadt. One day was windy and bereft of humans (aside from my husband, a family who were some of the nicest people I have encountered in a long time, and the two big white dogs, who don’t qualify as humans, of course, but who often provide better company). The other day held bluebird skies and a smattering of snow on top. Unfortunately, those gorgeous conditions prompted about five gazillion other folks to attempt a summit push, and it felt like a highway (but certainly a very picturesqe one). That day there were two other actual runners out there – one who grunted as he passed me on the way up, the other who screamed past me on the way down while casually inquiring, “You training for Pikes Peak (marathon)?” like we were chatting at sea level.
It was good to be up there. One, because I need to experience the difficulty of moving around in thin air, and hopefully accilimate to it so I can move faster through what little of it is there. Two, it is truly beautiful, even with the multitudes of people scrambling around. There is something about the crispness of the air, the clarity of the views, the sense of belonging to the earth and the air, as you push on it and through it. My pictures do not do it justice, at all, but here are a few…
The lake at the beginning of the trail
Non summit trail – the road (far) less traveled…
Lake with Bill and Sascha and Yoder