The Last Day of January
If it ever seems that I am taking where I live for granted, please pinch me. Hard. Or slap me upside the head. Just do whatever it takes to snap me back to the reality that I am so very fortunate to live in this little corner of the world. There are so many reasons why, but today it’s all about West Dry Creek Road.
I have been on this road countless times, either in my car or on my bike, but today was the first time I pounded it’s pavement in my sneakers. I have always loved this road. It’s one of my favorites when I am on my bike. The scenery is spectacular, there are very few cars, and the microclimates make my head spin.
I am one who has to be creative with my workouts and by that I mean doing everything possible to prevent finding an excuse not to do it. It isn’t that I don’t love running and biking, but it is never easy to stay motivated during the winter months. The more I work out, the more I want to work out and the less I will skip it, but this time of year is always a little bit of a challenge. I never completely stop, but compared to what Spring and Summer look like, the difference is significant.
Running during the week is especially difficult during an 8-5 workweek. It’s too cold and dark before work and too cold and dark after work. But with the light beginning to extend itself as the days grow longer, I decided to take my running clothes to work with me and then figure out a spot to park my car and run before I drive home. I still have enough daylight and I avoid the urge of just wanting to put my jammies on and raid the refrigerator when I get home.
This evening I parked my car at Yoakim Bridge Road and headed out to West Dry Creek. Though the golden colors of autumn are long gone and what’s left are grapevines and trees without leaves, it was still perfect; a perfect winter day in Dry Creek Valley. Only one car passed by and two friendly cyclists. It was just me, the birds, the road, and a wide variety of excellent running music. The run itself was just a run. There were no personal bests and my legs were telling me that I was probably a little too ambitious this week, but still I ran. And it was beautiful.
And then I got in my car and drove the road home and along the way snapped a few shots so you could see what I was seeing.