Happy New Year everyone!
I am not one to make resolutions and I have set no running goals this year as I’ve found life is quite unpredictable lately so it’s best to just roll with it. I say this mostly because of the bony hook growing out of the middle of my heel. Nothing like a bone spur to put a damper on one’s running goals.
I am running 3-4 times per week, but I need a day off between runs. I’m working on slowly increasing my mileage each run each week and will see if any particular distance starts giving me more grief than another. I can live with that. It’s far better to be running than not running at all.
Kobi and I ran on New Year’s Eve and saw the last sunset of 2015. I did not run New Year’s Day – recall the paragraph above – but did head up the highway to the mountains on January 2.
I felt compelled to do something that scared me to kick off 2016 and landed on doing a solo hike up a mountain. It’s a bit unnerving to be out in the middle of nowhere by yourself with nothing but your wits, a multi-tool and some extra clothing (I also had some butter tarts and chocolate covered almond butter balls for snacks). There was not one other soul out that day, except for a ptarmigan.
Kobi lead the way as usual, but I was following along at a pretty good clip. When the first summit finally came into view, the wind also picked up. Picked up is actually an understatement. If I used expletives in this blog, there would be several inserted here to describe the wind. My visions of sharing a butter tart with my dog while enjoying the view (and taking some rad photos) were entirely squashed.
I actually got a little scared at this point and made the executive decision to leave the mountain. Kobi did not object and did what any faster friend would do, hightailed it down the mountain leaving me in the dust – literally. She did stop periodically to check to make sure I was still following her. Likely because she can’t drive and needs me to get her back home to her princess bed.
All in all it was an exciting kick-off to 2016 and I’ll probably do something like that again this winter – any excuse to eat butter tarts and chocolate covered almond butter balls (if you want the recipe, just ask).
Happy 2016 everyone! Do you like to do things that scare you? How did you kick off 2016? Ever see a ptarmigan (wild chicken that turns white during the winter to help stay camouflaged)? What’s your go-to high calorie, highest fat possible snack?