The Scene

I went back to the "scene of the crime" today (as Matt would put it).  Or rather, the scene of the end of my short but sweet mountain biking career.

Note: realatively straight and very wide.  Freak accident at it's best.  Anyway, this time I was, sadly, on foot.  I hiked/ran to the gate at the top for a total of almost 11 miles.  It was a beautiful but bittersweet day.  It reminded me of how much I miss the beauty of mountain biking.  The road (as in cycling) just doesn't hold the same feel.  But trail running definitely gives mountain biking a run for it's money.  So I'm back to keeping my two feet on the ground and enjoying my return to running.  From personal experience, Crafton Hills is a gorgeous run too; those of you who pedal it should try it.