Running Around: a Recap
ENDURABLES
Spent a grey but beautiful Saturday morning driving through heavy, twisting fog to meet up with my running group, the Endurables, on Mt. Tam. We set out from a sun-capped peak along singletrack descending deep into almost rain-like mist on the Dipsea trail heading towards Stinson Beach before turning back up along Willow Trail and rolling along Coastal to Matt Davis to Rock Springs. It's been months since I've been able to get out with the group and I was excited to see my friends again and to run without purpose (also known as off-season). Thanks to our coach, Jim Vernon, for devising a spectacular route to return to.
GOLDEN GATE PARK
There are times when I'm out doing an urban run when I wish I had my camera. I'll generally grab it when heading up to the mountains or the ocean but when I just open the front door and go, I tend to forget the random interesting things waiting for me on my everyday regular routes.
Like this bumper sticker I saw on a car:
I have no idea what Federer would do. He'd probably have a camera with him to take a random photo like this and then he'd make a super classy acceptance speech thanking the universe for putting this photographic opportunity in front of him and offering praise to the loser who didn't have a camera with her but did her best to remember to google it when she got home. I love Federer. Seeing this sticker on a car made me smile.
And then there's the dahlia garden. For years I've run past the sign that says "Dahlia Garden" by the Conservatory of Flowers and all I ever think of is the book The Black Dahlia. It never occurred to me to actually go see the flowers until Yariv suggested it one morning on a run. Naturally, I didn't have my camera but it was so spectacular I came back on my bike to take pictures. This is a must see. I had no idea.
OUT DANA'S BACK DOOR
I'm fortunate to have a few friends up in Mill Valley who have a world of trails accessible right out their back door; trails I'd never known existed, linked up in ways I'd never have figured out on my own. Mountain biking, running. No need to drive to parking lots at Tennesee Valley or Rodeo Beach or somewhere up on Mt. Tam. Wake up, eat, go.
Just minutes out Dana's back door and up Horse Hill, I had to take a shot of the view just to see it again when I was back in my urban enclave. (And because I was already out of breath). To live a 10 minute drive from San Francisco (no traffic) and to have this accessible just 10 minutes from your home, is it any wonder we pay what we do to live here?
Spent a grey but beautiful Saturday morning driving through heavy, twisting fog to meet up with my running group, the Endurables, on Mt. Tam. We set out from a sun-capped peak along singletrack descending deep into almost rain-like mist on the Dipsea trail heading towards Stinson Beach before turning back up along Willow Trail and rolling along Coastal to Matt Davis to Rock Springs. It's been months since I've been able to get out with the group and I was excited to see my friends again and to run without purpose (also known as off-season). Thanks to our coach, Jim Vernon, for devising a spectacular route to return to.
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| (8:15am heading down from Rock Springs) |
GOLDEN GATE PARK
There are times when I'm out doing an urban run when I wish I had my camera. I'll generally grab it when heading up to the mountains or the ocean but when I just open the front door and go, I tend to forget the random interesting things waiting for me on my everyday regular routes.
Like this bumper sticker I saw on a car:
And then there's the dahlia garden. For years I've run past the sign that says "Dahlia Garden" by the Conservatory of Flowers and all I ever think of is the book The Black Dahlia. It never occurred to me to actually go see the flowers until Yariv suggested it one morning on a run. Naturally, I didn't have my camera but it was so spectacular I came back on my bike to take pictures. This is a must see. I had no idea.
OUT DANA'S BACK DOOR
I'm fortunate to have a few friends up in Mill Valley who have a world of trails accessible right out their back door; trails I'd never known existed, linked up in ways I'd never have figured out on my own. Mountain biking, running. No need to drive to parking lots at Tennesee Valley or Rodeo Beach or somewhere up on Mt. Tam. Wake up, eat, go.
Just minutes out Dana's back door and up Horse Hill, I had to take a shot of the view just to see it again when I was back in my urban enclave. (And because I was already out of breath). To live a 10 minute drive from San Francisco (no traffic) and to have this accessible just 10 minutes from your home, is it any wonder we pay what we do to live here?
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| (Contrary to some beliefs, runners DO stop to smell flowers on occasion.) |
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