Tuesday, May 11, 2010
On Sunday, after my flight arrived in California, I went out and ran one of my old routes at Rancho San Antonio. The PG&E Trail is just as tough as I remembered it (like this, but there's a lot of choppy up-and-down that the elevation profile doesn't show. During that mostly-downhill section in the second mile I go really fast and pass lots of people. There's a point probably halfway up the next huge climb (I lose all conception of time or distance on that climb; there are 11 power line towers along the trail, and I count them, but they aren't evenly spaced) where you hear echoes of your footsteps, and I always think one of the people I blew by down below is catching up to me, and I consider picking up the pace. This has never been the case, and if it ever is, I'll probably find that I'm already going about as fast as I can. But for some reason it matters to me that I don't get passed running up that hill.
Posted by Al Dimond at 2:01 PM