An old friend

This weekend found me in Hartley a couple of times. I hadn’t been there maybe since before the new year or even earlier. It was like visiting an old friend. I have various landmarks that I always say hello to as I pass by and I seem to go on auto-pilot when I’m in there. The trails were in good winter running condition. There was just enough snow to cover the rocks and roots and it wasn’t icy at all. I don’t know what it is, but I absolutely love running the single-track guardrails loop in Hartley. The roll of the terrain is so fun back there. I feel like I’m on a roller-coaster and in the essence of time it makes for a quick get-away. The temps this weekend were incredible too, and strange, for early February. But I’ll take a good dose of sunshine any day of the week. I started off running with gloves and a headband thingy only to remove them a few minutes later. It felt and smelled like spring out there. I’m also working on getting that bothersome piriformis muscle to loosen up with a series of stretches and exercises. It’s been really agitated since Coldwater and I can feel it on every run and after every run, even while sitting at work. Suffice it to say, a tennis ball and I have become very close pals this past week. Looking forward to more easy running this week and maybe a swim or two to help the glute heal.

For your Monday listening pleasure, a good one by Blind Pilot.