I never run with my phone or a camera, because that’s just weird to me. But, last night I was doing a short easy run on the hills above my house and I always say how cool it looks, so I thought I might as well show and not tell.
Unfortunately, I didn’t get running until 5:30 p.m., so it was dusk and not good for taking pictures. Or, maybe it is good for taking pictures and I just need to learn how. I’ll put that on my list of things to do right after everything else.
I live in a valley at the base of a bunch of open space. If you go over one hill you’re in Lucas Valley (where George Lucas’ Skywalker Ranch is, btw). If you go over the other hill, you’re in Sleepy Hollow (where streets ARE named after the Washington Irving story, fyi).
There are no roads that go through really, though, unless you drive all the way out to the freeway, down and back in. But, you can run or walk or bike over the hills – which is sometimes faster. This is my pet peeve.
The story also goes that the street was supposed to go through and it was supposed to be an extension of Highway 580 and it was supposed to go out to subdivisions that were supposed to be erected where the Pt. Reyes dairy ranches are now. That would have been crazy and worse than having to drive an extra 15 minutes every time I want to get anywhere — though ask me how I feel if I ever have to emergency evacuate.
Because of that oddity, it also means I have short-cutted through the open space more than one evening.
One time, after Justin and Steve and I had a few too many margaritas at Marinitas on the other side of the hill, we decided that instead of getting a cab for the 15-16 minute drive or walking the seven miles the long way around, we would just walk over the hill. In the dark. It took about an hour.
Here’s a fun fact about me: I hate being in the woods in the dark and I have terrible night vision (really, I have terrible vision, period, but contacts don’t help seeing at night).
Justin said that nothing would attack us, because they’d hear us coming, so I made everyone talk and yell the entire time. That is my foolproof method whenever I end up stuck biking over the hill in the dark or miscalculate how long my run will take me in the evening — which happens an unfortunate number of times.
Unfortunately, I forgot to do drills when I got home and I forgot to run more. It was all a bit of a disaster. Then, I cuddled with Floyd and tried to actually make some money for the day.
And, just because this is the best picture of Floyd ever and you should admire my unfiltered skills as a photographer – even though I was actually trying to get him to take a picture nosing with me: