It's a dull gray and rain-soaked day in the Bay area. Perfect for a run. I logged an hour running in a light rain and under the dawn's cloud leadened sky. At a casual pace, I ran and explored a few new detours along my usual route. One lead to a local ranchers house, who just happened to be out shooting at wild turkey's. I decided to explore elsewhere.
December has been a rough month. Between a nasty cold and some other bug I picked up after Thanksgiving, this has been a pretty work-out free month. Maybe that's not a bad thing as I need some built in rest time to recoup and recover from last season. My 4 day mountain biking trip to Moab pretty much tore me up and I suspect I was slightly over-training before it. My workouts, both running and riding, subsequently were done on wooden legs with little of the power I'm used to or rely upon. In short, November pretty much sucked except for the week before Thanksgiving. I got some awesome trail runs in up along the Pacific Crest Trail out of Graeagle and Gold Lakes before the ebola-like illness kicked in.
But today, I felt for the first time, like I was back. It was a great feeling.
