Don’t trust the Googlemaps.
This morning I did a little unintended trail running where I obsessed over mountain lions and became trapped when the road that was supposed to take me off the trail was blocked by a very tall gate with no pedestrian access. Okay, I wasn’t trapped. I could have turned around, but I didn’t want to. Instead I decided to scale it. It had to be at least 7 ft. because it was taller than Michael Bairdsmith. It wasn’t too difficult because I found a foothold, but still, I scaled a really tall fence. Apparently I was also trespassing.
I’ve been thinking of doing a Spartan Race in December. I’m only considering this one because it’s a Spartan Sprint (I won’t be sprinting), and though there are 15 obstacles, the course is only four miles. I can handle that. I think. My friends Scott and Amber Keneally have started a Kickstarter campaign to fund a documentary movie that they are making on the topic and since I am a big fan of both of them, I thought I should do at least one obstacle race to show my support, unless I can convince myself that the Healdsburg Mud Run where I dressed like a chicken qualifies.
So, I thought of the Spartan Race when I scaled that fence. Good training, right? As I swung my second leg over and jumped down, I smiled at myself and at the song that was on my Shuffle at that moment.