The 10 K next month is the Holcomb Valley Trail Run. It is the sister races to the Run 2 the Top, the Mt Baldy run I’m planning Labor Day weekend. This year, I know for sure, I will have a super fun spring and summer. It’s also going to be a summer full of training for some of the hardest physical days of my life. Today I ran more miles than I ever have before.
These thoughts filled my head as I arose from my butt shaped rock and started running. I soon came to realize two things. One although I’d been warm in the suns morning rays, my ass was frozen. Did I have a wedgie? I don’t know, can’t feel my ass! The other thing I realized was it might have been a tad too early to have stripped down to my tank and yoga shorts. It was fucking cold on the desert side of the mountain. In the shade it had to be maybe 35 and windy. I ran fast up the hills, trying to warm myself up as best as I could.
As I drove the winding back roads of Big Bear this morning, the sun rising over a glassy lake, I wanted to start my run on every dirt road I passed. I guess that is the hazard of living my life in such a gorgeous landscape. Every dirt road that flew by on the left went to either Holcomb or the PCT. All these dirt roads intersect like dusty cob webs.
I chose to take a break in the glorious mountain sunshine as not to freeze. A mile ago I had stripped down almost naked, took off my sweatpants and sweat shirt, hung them in the chaparral and put on my running shorts. There is no one around any where I thought as I surveyed the empty forest, silent except for a plane flying high above me.
Then I remembered a good male friend of mine is taking pilot lessons and he loves to fly to Big Bear. Shit, please tell me Macy didn’t see me naked today. Sadly, this would not be the most embarrassing thing to happen to me today.
As I continued up the well cared for path of the Pacific Crest Trail I remembered scraping the frost from my wind shield that very morning and how it had been thirty one degrees when I left my house this morning. It had been cold enough to snow and now I was running in shorts and a tank top! I love the mountains!
I had no time to reflect on being cold for long. In the distance I saw a long distance hiker coming towards me and it dawned on me, had I met my first long distance hiker on the Pacific Crest Trail? Although I have not been running long I have been hiking the Pacific Crest Trail for years and have never run into some one to personally have the balls to do this ridicules trail themselves. I talked to the man briefly, he said he was on day twenty one and I wished him luck. Some people volunteer as Trail Angels and help out the hikers as they make their way through their towns that sit just off the trail. Some day, I want to do this. It’s on my bucket list. I need to find a man, partner to help me in this endeavor though before I start offering rides to PCT hitch hikers and offering up my shower and laundry services. It really is something that I feel compelled to one day do for these strangers as a nature lover who would never make it all the way through.
I continued up the well maintained trail, following it all the way to Van Dusen Canyon Road before turning around. On the way back not only did I see fresh beer scat, but I saw Bob cat scat as well. At least I hope it was bob cat and not cougar. What is crazy is that both of these had not been on the trail when I had run by thirty minutes before. I may say I’m in an empty forest but I know the animals are out there and I’m sure they see me.
And of course my day would not be complete without embarrassing myself in public.
After my run I was starving. I ran into Stater Brothers real quick to grab some crab salad from the deli. Before I ran in, I threw my sweater back on. It’s kind of a long sweater. As I walked around the grocery store, I noticed people starring at me funny. Was it because I had all my teeth in and was not wearing a cowboy hat? No, it was because my long sweater covered up my yoga shorts and it looked like I was not wearing pants. So if you were in the Big Bear area this morning and you saw the sweaty pants less girl… That was I.