Well, not that I've ever tried; I was just going for a catchy opening. In lieu of a long run last Saturday I joined my client, John, and three of his friends, Edmund, Billy, and Susan, on a hike from a parking lot at about +6,000' to the top of Baldy at +10,064'. Edmund, or 'Sir Edmund' as I preferred to think of him there on the mountain, is 60 and a seasoned outdoorsman. He led the way and didn't dawdle, setting a pace that impressed and exhausted. He and John, who is 58, have shared many an adventure, most involving skiing and narrowly escaping with their lives, apparently. I quickly came to realize that these two guys are perfect examples of what I want to be like in 15 years. Not so much with the near-death skiing, but more to the whole 'live life to the fullest and mostly outside' aspect.
We got to the cloud-encased summit after about 3 1/2 hours, took a few pictures of ourselves in the light rain blowing by horizontally in the 30mph, 40 degree wind, and got the hell out of there. Lunch was had on the side of the mountain. The sun had come out and we had an amazing view out over what looked like a cloud ocean. It was a very fine day.
Interesting Sight o' the Day: the wreckage of two WWII-era jets not far from our lunch site. Just sitting there like they'd crashed a month ago instead of 61 years ago.
Runs for the week:
Monday - 3 miles
Tuesday - 1 mile
Saturday - 10.2 miles round-trip with a vertical gain of over 4,000'
Sunday - 4.5 miles (including the 4th street steps)
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