Sunday, March 6, 2011
We tackled the Big Mountain
Of course this morning we knew better.
This morning it was all about rain, rain, rain.
Fog and low-lying clouds was the verdict of the day. It was difficult to see 50 yards ahead of us. No way would we have a view of anywhere, but we kept on running.
Bald Mountain is relentless.
It can chew up sweet lil Annadell (from across the way) and spit her out.
Coach Marc warned us it was going to be grueling run.
It was more than that.
It was brutal.
And yet each step was a gift. Running under the redwoods, alongside giant ferns and waterfalls.
There were cliffs so steep with gravel so loose, that it was as if I was running a jacobs ladder. I'd run three feet up and slip a foot down.
I'd crane my neck up to see where my path was leading and I would look see a runner run and disappear into the cloud..... and when I got to that spot.. I'd look up and there it would be another runner up ahead on another higher elevated place. One ridge and then another ridge. And then another. It seemed endless.
I really believe the fact we couldn't see below us.. it kept us moving forward. We had no sense how many miles we had ran. And looking down the cliffs, it was purely gray, so we had no idea how high we had climbed. But it was truly magical. And beautiful. And amazing. And serene.
Can't wait to tackle it again. Just hope it isn't anytime soon.
Here was our route: