It's summer, and I'm not injured. Finally, my dumb ankle isn't trying to ruin my life, so I ran the hell out of my birthday. 33 miles for 33 years.
|From the City to the trails.|
|There's quite a bit of up and down between those two points...|
|Karl the Fog out in full force|
It was really quiet and a little bit spooky for most of the miles to the beach. I was prepared to round a corner and suprise a mountain lion or a bigfoot, but the only thing that ended up suprising me were a couple dozen bunnies that intermittently darted out on the trail. I figure, if the bunnies are around, the things that eat the bunnies must not be around, so everything's good. For example, if I round a corner and a couple dozen bunnies are running toward me, I probably would want to join them. Pretty sure I aquired that bit of fool proof logic from Jurassic Park...
The fog began to thin as I got closer to the beach, around 14 miles in.
The realization that I wasn't even halfway done knocked me out of my reverie. Up and at 'em. The trip back would be quite a bit of uphill, so I tried to zone out with music and just keep a steady effort.
I was just about back to the bridge and civilization when a deer exploded out of the side of the trail scaring THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS OUT OF ME. I heard a scramble in the bushes and then it jumped straight up into the air. I froze. It continued to scramble up the hill, and then just stopped.
The moment I stopped the video is the moment I realized it was coming back toward me. Now, I realize that a deer attacking me is unlikely, but try watching one with horns walk toward you. And look at you. It's creepy. It stopped at the bush at the edge of the trail that I assume it was enjoying eating before I interrupted it. Ok, deer, go back to your thing, and I'll go back to mine. I walked a bit before running again. Then, BLAMMO, another deer gave me a heart attack. This one scrambled away up the hill.
Son of a...
I started running again, shaking my head. I got another ten yards down the trail and one leapt across the trail in front of me disappearing down the hill. I concluded I had entered some sort of deer congregation that I didn't need to be a part of. I ran on cautiously, then one last WHOOSH of a blur of fur and horns scrambled in front of me.
It watched me walk by. I walked a bit, looking behind me, and just as I was about to run again, I took one more glance back and saw...
|IT FOLLOWED ME|
This went on for twenty or thirty yards...eventually, I looked back and it had meandered up the hill. When I passed a couple of girls a minute later coming up the trail, I warned them about the deer ambush they were about to enter..."DEERS? YAY!!!" No, you guys, like the kind with horns, that follow you. They probably thought I was nuts, but I would've welcomed a little warning that I was running into a deer tornado.
I was pretty much relieved to drop back down to the bridge and cross back over to San Francisco.
|"Do you need water? Don't sit down" |
She's a pacing pro.
|33 MILES DONE|
Celebrate being alive. Be grateful for the journey that has led to this moment. Appreciate and be thankful for everyone who offers their love and support.
|As my mom said to me, when she called to wish me Happy Birthday,|
"Keep running. Keep the fog out of your brain."
That's the plan...