I discovered a new set of trails last night—and they’re close to my house. Finding new trails (and close by!) for me is a bit like finding 20 bucks on a sidewalk. It totally makes my day.
My buddy John (my friend Kelly’s husband) and I have been trying to get in a good mt. bike ride at least once a week, and though I’ve heard of Hobby Park, I had yet to explore the trails there.
I love, love mt. biking. Esp. the east coast “style,” which is quite different from the mt. biking I had become accustomed to when I lived in San Luis Obispo. In SLO, we had wonderful, long climbs, good singletrack—and very technical (translation: super rocky) trails, so it was a great place to learn. Out here, parks with rooty, twisty singletrack abound. I like Hobby so much because it’s more technical than a lot of the trails close by here—lots of short steep climbs, followed by steep rooty downhills. The potential and probability that I’m going to eat it, hard, out there, is quite high. They’re the type of trails that you can pick up a lot of speed on, which you enjoy quite a bit, until you realize there’s a super sharp turn ahead, flanked by trees. Thank God for disc brakes.
So that’s it. I just wanted to say that I found some new trails and I’m quite pleased. Long live singletrack.
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
For Cinco de Mayo, that holiday that’s about as significant to Mexicans, as, say Columbus Day is to Americans, I had a party. I didn’t know I was going to have a party until, oh, Saturday night. At a bar, where many good ideas are born, Kelly and I decided that we needed to gather our friends together to drink margaritas. And tequila. So I sent out a very informal note to my work friends and running friends on Sunday night, and it was official.
About 20 of us crammed into my small house. I had never mixed my running friends with my work friends, and, interestingly, even with all of those margaritas, people remained segregated. But we had a blast—esp. when the tequila shots began. My running buddies, Diego and Fernando, brought “lo autentico” tequila from Mexico. This was not tequila you dared mix with syrupy pre-made margarita mix. So we began devising reasons to shoot our cups back and came up with multiple toasts that seemed worthy of a shot.
The night is kind of a blur after that.
But as it wound down, and my work friends began leaving (it was, after all, a Monday night), the Salsa music got turned up on my stereo, and we salsa-ed until we were worn out. I remembered, quite quickly, why I enjoyed my time in Ecuador and Costa Rica so much—the dancing men.
Ambitiously, Diego, Fernando, Kelly and I made it to our Tuesday tempo run the next evening--and surprisingly, we ran it really fast--it was my fastest time on that route. So maybe that tequila had some magic properties that enhance running. We'll have to revisit soon.
So I’ll post pictures soon. It was a fabulous Cinco de Mayo.