Its dark. Its dark and last night we sprung forward. So its even earlier than it should be.

Wake up and its dark. And the only time this week I am excited to be awake before the sun.
Get dressed. Stretch out. Goodbye my love.

The drive to the trail is perfect. Look up. I swear I see a UFO. It hovers gently then glides across the sky. I Drive. And drive and drive and drive. And drive. This is the way to Sycamore.

By the time I get to the trail the sun is up. Its cold and windy and clear. And just what I was hoping for. I can hear the ocean.

Start on the trail. Run over rocks up trail stairs down hills over rivers climb on rocks and branches and tiptoe in mud. Over more rivers. Get dirty. I’m a dirty girl. I swear to myself I’m going to get a dirty girl trail runner shirt made. I’m out of breath.

Up over the hill. I didn’t expect such a reward for making it. The view is breathtaking. I couldn’t believe it. Gently rolling hills. The sun shining off the top of the blades of grass. My running buddy compares our view to Scotland. To me it is classic California. The view stays with me for the rest of the day. I didn’t bother to take a picture.

Finish.