double-ewe tee eff?!

remember how yesterday i went for a little run?

and then today i was gonna go for a trail run?

well, i did. i drove me and my gear up to purissima creek and did approximately 2.5 miles. approximately, you say? mister saint toad, ksc, please, sir, do you not have a gps device which will tell you the precise distance of your run, monsignor?

why yes, i do. i mean, no i don't. the thing is a piece of garmin shit. it's sposed to have the new great sirfstar 3 chipset that has reception in basements and nuclear bomb shelters and submarines and shit but it can't even find a fuckin satellite if you're standing within a quarter mile of a redwood. my older handheld garmin was bad in purissima but i expected this to be better. it's not like purissima is dense, it's just light cover and stubby redwoods. but this HOS couldn't hold a signal lock so all i know is that i ran for about 26-27 minutes and my pace felt around a 10 minute mile so that makes 2.5 miles. the other gear held up nicely, except for my builtin gear: i was tired. i wore my new toy hydration belt but didn't drink from it. my road shoes are more or less sufficient for trail use though i wouldn't want to step in a puddle with them. i wore thicker "trail socks" and i dunno if that did anything in particular but i didn't get blisters or bloody toes so i canna complain.

that done i drove a bit south on the 1 to my editing beach and slathered on some SPF 50. chomped down a clif bar, sipped more gatorade, ate another fistfull of pistatios, and then hit the beach. with my shoes on. i ran at least 3/4 mile to a nice lonely spot, and tanned on the beach in my running clothes. my running clothes are made of special space-age beach-sand-repellant fabrics but i am not. i got sand all over my skin but i sure don't mind. after i felt a little burny, i put the shoes back on and ran back to the car.

minimum running distance so far: 4 miles.

on the way to my sunspot and on the way back to the car there's a little creek that runs down the beach and into the pacific. in neither direction was my leap sufficiently gazelle-like to clear the creek. my feet got wet. as they say on the internets, ohs well!

so i slathered some more sunscreen on my thightops, because i'm the kind of guy that can learn from a burn, and headed back up the 1 toward home. lots of really annoying slow people but you know me. or you don't. either way, i passed many of the slow people, with safety. when i got home it was only 2pm or so. i didn't want to be inside (i knew that when i left the beach) but i was drawing a blank on what to do to get outside.

then it hit me! I'd do something i hadn't done in a while, something outdoorsy and fun. Something that would help me catch a couple of rays and maybe get my heartrate pleasantly elevated in the process. I'd go for a run!

So I dug out a clean pair of socks, laced on my mostly-dry running shoes, grabbed my magic sunglasses and my infected mushroom, slurped down a clif-energy-goo-packet (yum!) and went out for a run. I wandered and found some nice new streets. I didn't bring the HOS garmin so again I haven't got precise numbers (the 8.19 figure from yesterday was not precise either, btw, because the HOS lost signal in a couple places. gimme a freaking break). but it felt like about 4 miles, and i was gone approximately 35 minutes, so it's safe to say at least 3.5 miles. which brings my minimum, conservative distance estimate for the day to 7.5 miles. bringing my weekend total (assuming I don't go for another one) to 15.5 miles.

i don't know from where the impetus, much less the energy, for this is coming. well, i reckon i do: boredom and endorphin. since i'm a winner who doesn't do drugs, how else am i supposed to stimulate my heroin receptors?