I went running today at a state reserve about 20 minutes north from where I live, and it was probably the most beautiful, beautiful route I have ever run.
In the July issue of Runner’s World there’s a 2-page photo of someone running along the cliffs at Torrey Pines, and the photo does the park justice. Sanded trails snake up and down through shrubs and cactuses and trees and from most parts of the trails you are looking out over the dazzling blue Pacific Ocean. Though I take care to avoid running during afternoons, it’s really not as sweltering as I expected to be, running over dry sand. When the trail gets really steep I have to slow down for fear of slipping, but I keep my heart rate up by picking up my knees.
The first time I went, I walked up the giant hill from the beach to the first trail, thinking I’d need to build up endurance to run that monster. But today I figured “why not try?” so I started a slow jog up it, thinking I’d have to give up and walk at some point. Much to my surprise, I ran all the way up that hill!! I can count on one hand the biggest hills I’ve ever run:
- Benton street, Iowa City
- That hill in St. Paul, MN (Katie, you know the one!!)
- Mile 24 or 25 of my marathon in Tulsa, OK (maybe it wasn’t a giant hill, but it felt like one)
- and now I can add…. The hill up to Guy Fleming Trail at Torrey Pines!!
So today I’m giving myself a pat on the back for giving a shot at something in which I doubted myself and yet was able to pull through. My run continued to running the fairly flat Guy Fleming trail, up towards Flat Rock, down to the beach, then all the way down to the wildlife preserve and back. Amazingly I still had energy so I did some squat-thrups, planks, and tricep work while watching the sunset.
Then I celebrated my awesome workout by having wings at Hooters and a caramel sundae. Oops 🙂
Loving our luggage 🙂



Train station, Anne Frank Huis, shots of Absinthe











(catacombs, rodin’s The Age of Bronze (MY FAVORITE SCULPTURE!) rainbows on eiffel tower, versailles, Jim Morrison’s grave)
(post-run overlooking tiny streets and green-gray canal, plaza san marco)