Probably Quartzite – Rock Creek |
My loyal training partner, Samantha, has been the true beneficiary of my dilemma. She’s sleeked down to the point her hips bones are starting to show! Yikes–I’ve been jacking up her feeding but not enough apparently. We did the neighborhood a couple days this week and hit a couple other places in pursuit of variety. And find it we did.
No Snow in RockCreek! |
Makes it much less creepy than my usual sitting on a picnic table. For as incredibly dense as the foliage is and as urban as it is it’s considered a relatively safe place. Some may disagree–the occasional incident happens and recently a dead body was found in the park. I’ve always felt safe even when completely alone deep in the trails.
Trails thick with leaves it was a challenge to look around and enjoy the views while watching for barriers. Almost struck the right balance—I only tripped and fell once. It is, after all, Rock Creek Park. A beautiful full forward somersault loaded with Sam hopping around me, me cursing, bruised leg and scuffed hands. Fortunately a felled tree would have kept me from rolling further down the hill had it come to that. After dusting off and making sure only Samantha was a witness I doubled back to look for the culprit. Pretty sure it was this rock hidden under the leaves.
Stone Bridge Over Bull Run |
Old Stone House – Matthews Hill |
Another day we headed a bit out of the beltway for a change of pace. We landed at the site known for giving Confederate General Thomas Jackson his better known moniker of General Stonewall Jackson. Over 5000 pristine acres just a few miles west of the edge of noise and traffic hell that defines the D.C. area. With the damp fall we’ve had so far I prepared plenty–change of clothes and towels. Forgot a spare pair of shoes which won’t happen again. With early dusk we only had time to complete one of the sets of trails so we opted for the First Manassas Battlefield loop, mostly because it’s less easy to get lost on the off-the-path horse trails than the Second Battlefield trails. Within a quarter mile mud was spattered on my shins and calves. Within half-mile my socks were drenched and a nasty brown. Fortunately deep in the woods much of the snow remained–sort of. We ran into four other runners–two singles and a pair–, two dogs and four tourists. Perfect–a rare occurrence without ankles to elbows people when out for a run.
End of my week of (relative) hills gave me just over 1000 feet of climbing. Yikes–I have a long way to go if I think a few hills are really going to get me where I want to be:
Ave Pace: 9.15
Total Time: 4 hrs, 18 minutes
Ave HR: 151
Calories: 3956
(low, low pace + high relative HR = decent hills)
In Flight @ Manassas Battlefield |
Took five days to get those meager results. Three years ago in a five hour period in a single day I had more than 6500 feet of climbing. Be tough to ever get back to that level. While I once had myself fooled it’d last forever—unbeatable (you know, relatively speaking…) Good thing a few other distractions have come up to occupy my time.