We had our first rain this week. It lasted about 2 1/2 days and we got over an inch. I was annoyed, although I managed to run when it wasn’t raining so it really didn’t cramp my style very much.
Today, however, the weather is beautiful. It’s not hot and it is chilly but it is magnificent outside. So I decided to do a trail run. The hubs wanted to take the little folks on a little hike so the plan was for me to run from home to Old Borges Ranch (about 3.5 miles) and meet them there. It seemed like a simple enough plan.
I got out the door and made a quick pit stop at John Muir Hospital (when I walked in, the receptionist looked me over and said, “Uhm, may I HELP you?” Apparently people don’t run into the hospital out of breath listening to headphones everyday.
Past the hospital, I immediately started up the Briones-Mt. Diablo Trail. This is a kind of secret spot with a huge hill climb, but a great payoff.
About 1.5 miles into my run, hubs called to tell me he was at Castle Rock, which isn’t far from Borges Ranch so I thought we’d be fine. Glad I stopped to take a few more pictures before panic set in.
I tried to follow my “Map My Fitness” phone app to the road marked, “Castle Rock Rd.” I thought I was getting there when I saw a parking lot. Unfortunately, that parking lot was for Old Borges Ranch. It turns out that all trails point to the Ranch! The funnier part is that I was so convinced I was on the wrong trail that I turned a few times in order to land myself there. I even limboed myself through a barbed wire cattle fence. Pretty sure a couple of dudes on mountain bikes were surprised to watch that action!
All’s well that ends well (as my hubs said!) – he finally got reception enough to call me back and came out to the ranch to pick me up.
I love living in Northern California so much. Crystal clear blue skies and t-shirt weather in late November. As my Dad used to say, “It beats a sharp stick in the eye!”
My pace was super slow and the trail was very hilly but I was grateful for the fresh air, the alone time and the ride home at the end.
Tomorrow, my sister and I are going to do a test run of the toughest part of the Walnut Creek International Half Marathon course. Wish us luck – there will be hills, hills, hills!