global warming at it's finest. A tempid 62 degrees in good old kcmo. I
was cruising with the windows down when it hit me: GO RUN.
I called up my bestie Alyson who is spening the weekend with me. "Get
your trail shoes on, we're hitting the mud!" Thirty minutes later we
found ourselves standing at the top of the trail head. The jacomo/ blue
springs lake trails are my style. Formerly chat gravel, a good morning
rain tops off the ground with a touch of mush. The trails are up, down,
up down, and aren't any pussy ups. Or downs. The washouts and stream
crossings at the bottom make for a pretty treacherous descent. Good
thing my new job's health insurance kicked in yesterday!
After we reached our turnaround, we began to really notice the warm
winds blowing through the valley, and with every step up the tempature
rose.
We chatted occassionally, relying mostly on the sound of running shoes
leaving prints in the swampy gravel for our soundtrack. The moon was in
its glory, the sun long having set.
I reemerged from the trail a muddy, scratched shell of myself ninety
minutes prior. I was fresh, bright and full.
I finally felt alive.
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