Eliza, yellow lab Pearl, Maria, and I headed to the Reservoir, which is right near me but which I'd never run before (or known existed). Hurrah, new trails!
And, holy shit, I just agreed to run with Maria who is super-wicked fast. She once beat Aelasor in a trail race (!!!) and she barely runs (or so she claims) and never runs on trails. She is a killer climber. That's her thing. Sidenote: Right after I met her last year, she tragically fell 65 feet off a cliff in Camden -- check it out -- her recovery has been pretty amazing...
I was pretty sure Eliza would keep up with her, even though E claims to like running at my rather mellow 10min/mile pace. Lo, keep up, she did.
And, I guess, so did I, powered by the glory of NSAID on the rocks with a twist of sheer stubbornness, thundering along behind the two speedballs... But only for the first three miles.
At the first twinge, I slowed way down and sent them ahead. I am trying to be good. I Need to run...
I liked being pushed (pulled, rather?) (dragged?), I liked the rocky, twisty, varied, reservoir trails, I liked the still-new-spring weather. I like finally, finally having connected with other mountaineer-runner-climber folks who want to run regularly, locally-to-me. We ended up with 5 miles.
There remain a few variables that are refusing to cooperate. I hope that they will respond to some new strategies. You can imagine that which this entails. There, I said it. Do not engage...
It's late and I must go seek the nest, for tomorrow is a Bradbury day. Looking forward to attempting to tag along with Scout and Squirrel for a bit in the rain. Hope to see a good flock of my Trail Monster siblings about.
And Sunday is hiking... hmm, but where?