“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both”
I went to bed Wednesday night with the ambition of running in the morning. As per the usual case on workdays, I didn’t. Instead, I packed up my gear and went off to work. I had plans to run during lunchtime…I didn’t. I was pulled into getting a job done by the end of the day. With my mom and sister watching Jack while Lauren is at yoga, I decided I had time after work to run. And I did.
When I walked outside I couldn’t believe how nice it was out. I decided to attack more of the Clinton River Trails from Dodge Park. I changed out of work clothes and into running gear in their restroom, which was a challenge. Not even a foot onto the trails and I’m being eaten alive. Not discouraged, I headed out.
I sought out the other half of the mountain bike trail I ran last time. I thought I found it, but I was led out of the park. Rather than reverse it, I ran along the road, pretty confident that another park was nearby with a way back on the trails. Sure enough there was. It took me to a part of the trail I had done before, but just before it ends, I found a side trail and decided to try it.
That side trail took me into 3 ft tall brush, and large fallen trees that I had to hop over. Soon the trail was no more and I couldn’t even grasp which way was North (clouds and tree canopy blocked the position of the sun). I picked a direction and kept true. The brush covered the fact that I was in a shallow marsh. Soon my feet were soaked and I was being attacked by bugs. I eventually found a paved trail. I had only covered about 2 miles and wanted at least 1 more, so I tried finding the mountain bike trail again. This time I found it, sorta. I found some odd way in that required jumping small creeks.
Lost in the middle of the woods… again, I finally a red sign marking the trail. I picked a direction, thinking it would soon lead me to the south end of the trails. It eventually did, but I really did not think I was going the same path I saw on CRAMBA’s map. Their map seemed very straight forward. No where did they show the trail intersect with itself, but I did several times. I reached the paved bike trail and took it back up to the park.
I covered just over 5 miles in under an hour. That includes all the walking and climbing over trees and brush while lost. I really can’t wait to download my GPS to see where the hell I was. Soaked to the core and covered in bug bites, I went into the restroom to wash off some dirt and sweat and check for ticks. Add DEET to the list of things I will always keep in my gear bag. Walked back to the car and headed home.
The whole way home, the car was giving me trans trouble. I forgot to top off my slow leaking transmission pan. It was annoying, but I was pretty sure I could get home to add oil. I had to stop for gas, still 5 miles from home. When I went to start the car back up, I noticed my battery was dead. Great, a hanging-by-a-thread transmission, a dead battery, and a kaput alternator. Lauren was still at yoga so I call my mom, who comes up to give me a jump and follow me home. I made it 3 more miles when the trans gave out. Maybe it was because I had no alternator to keep my battery charged and so to avoid draining my battery with brake lights, I would kick it in neutral at red lights and keep the engine revved. I crawled into a parking lot and walked into Aco for a quart of trans fluid. It was no use. My car stalled again since there was no battery left and this time it wouldn’t jump start. Discouraged, standing in the misty rain, I put my stuff into Mom’s car and abandoned mine.
That was my day. Highs and lows. Ooh,
two three more highs: both my Teva Mush and Lauren’s Nexus 7 arrived in the mail. The sandals are very comfy and the tablet is pretty sweet. I had fun setting it up for her. Also it was Buddy’s 3rd birthday! As our tradition, we sing happy birthday and give him a doggie treat sundae.
How was your day?
Anyone out there love hitting the trails?
Did you actually read that entire post? Kudos. I won’t even read it back for errors.