Monday, September 3, 2012

palomarin


...is a surf spot, and i'm not supposed to talk about it.  but this isn't about surfing, because, like many days, the surf wasn't happening today.

this is about the thing i do when i can't surf.  this is about that other all-natural endorphin rush that i have become progressively obsessed with...

trail running...  the trail starts out in a shady eucalyptus grove, which is NOT native to california, and therefore not loved by most californians.  i, however, am exempt from this classification:  i am not from california and i do love eucalyptus....

after winding along the cliffs for a while, skimming the boundary between fog and sun, the trail heads inland for a few miles.

eventually you end up at bass lake.  i encountered a pack of howling coyotes today, in the middle of the day.  one of them just stood in the trail and stared at me, then followed me for a while.  EEEk!
the trusty vehicle that gets me where i want to go:  shoes.  i know i'm going to get yelled at from the running nerds about these shoes...  cheap and NOT made for running, but they are my new friends.

"In terms of stress relief and sensual pleasure, running is what you have in your life before you have sex.  The equipment and desire come factory installed; all you have to do is let 'er rip and hang on for the ride."  -Christopher McDougall, Born to Run.


1 comment:

taijitu said...

see...you indeed are a true runner. it's not the shoes...it's the soul.