I leapt into the forest and was hit in the face with cold, wet air. It was markedly colder in the forest and it felt good; one of the best ways to wake up. Approaching a fallen tree I imagined myself a hurdler, jumped over it and laughed out loud. As I ran down towards Spanish Bay, I saw some men in jail-orange vests. They were standing by trucks and near the fence that I had just noticed the week before. I assumed the fence was put up for last week’s Pebble Beach Food & Wine and prayed they would take it down after the event.
“Good morning!” I called. Before they could respond, “Is this fence temporary?”
The younger of the two looked uncomfortable and said “yes”
“Awesome,” I responded, not slowing down my pace.
Phew…I know many runners, walkers, cyclists who would not have been pleased to have that ugly fence intersect our routes.
I ran passed purple irises and marveled at a hawk flying away from her/his nest. Maybe there are babies in there?! I thought. What does one call a baby bird, I pondered.
I got lost in the trails and ran over a bridge, remembering the time I had to hold the little girl‘s hand whom I used to babysit because she was afraid to cross alone.
My legs were not as strong as I like them and I had to remind myself to be patient, it’s OK, having not run for some time, and coming off a cleanse, this is to be expected. But, I assured myself, our bodies are amazing and with persistence, anything is possible.