Sure you do!
When I first started running, I always stayed where I could get home quick. And easy. I never took a long, unknown route. I added a block here, a block there, for fear I wouldn’t make it back again.
I remember those baby steps with gratitude, because they are what got me here. And baby steps are really what get me anywhere.
This weekend, Sam gave me an hour, and I went down the trail but turned left instead of (my usual) right. I knew generally where the trail connected to the road, but the exact distance was a mystery. So I just ran.
I don’t know about you, but I’m not so excited about rattlesnakes. And even though I’m not going very fast, I don’t put a lot of stock in my ability to tell rattlesnake (which, according the sign, usually but not always have rattles on their tails) from bull snakes. Eek. You can bet I was looking at every bump and rock a lot more closely. As you can imagine, this snake-scanning interfered slightly with my running bliss.
Lots of prairie dog holes around. Do you see any rattlesnakes? Neither do I.
So I kept going toward those mountains I love. Around mile 4, this woman went FLYING by me. She was booking, and not just because her golden retriever was pulling her. As far as I could tell, there was no rattlesnake chasing her. So whoever you are, Fast Woman in the Tech Shirt, hats off to you. I hope you win and that you don’t meet any rattlesnakes.
At mile five, I turned back toward home and encountered THIS new sign:
I don’t actually live in the middle of an episode of Wild Kratts. I live in the suburbs. Please note: back away slowly from rattlesnakes, but look really BIG and THREATENING if you see a coyote. Better yet, carry rocks and noisemakers in the tiny hidden key pocket of your running shorts. I don’t know what to do if you find a rattlesnake biting a coyote.
I did see the bald eagle family and a red tailed hawk. And then I got home a realized that my GPS wasn’t tracking well at all, and what I thought was 7 miles (at an AWESOME pace) was really 6 miles at my usual pace.
Baby steps, right?
Thanks for running with me.
P.S. Next time wear your leather boots. Rattlesnakes usually can’t bite through leather.