New trail

I have been driving and running past a mysterious gated access road now for the last six years. Today Conny and I decided to put the mystery to rest and go on an exploration mission. As exciting as it may be to imagine Conny and I in our black cat suits, smoky eyes and stiletto boots scaling a ten foot high barbed wire gate posted with warnings signs and surveillance cameras, shimmying down the other side into a tuck and roll and massive hair toss…quite a visual I know…it was a yellow four foot high gate with a path around it and we were wearing trail runners, a bit of a letdown sorry.

It has been a while since we have gone on an official exploration mission so armed with our bear bells, Garmin and my blackberry we were ready for almost anything. We headed out along the trail up and around Iron Mountain and did a bit of bush whacking, I have the superficial flesh wounds to prove it. When it comes to bush whacking I am a bit of a wuss. For me, when the trail ends, it’s time to turn around and I am ok with that, but Conny likes to see what is around the corner. I know that she loves hearing the uneasiness in my voice when I am teetering on the edge of exploring and being lost, I think that she may do it on purpose. I have no wildlife sightings to report or even evidence of, which was a bit unexpected. I guess those dinner bear bells must really work! The mission was successful, we found a great new trail, but more exploration is necessary, I will bring my orange tape next time…stay tuned.

The run started from my kitchen so it was only fitting that we ended it in my kitchen over a cup of kick ass coffee (not kidding, that’s what it’s called) and I wouldn’t call it a slab but Conny did, more like a large piece of brownie birthday cake (must have been 1000 calories, thank goodness it’s double cardio Tuesday). Conny mocked me about Bret Michaels and I mocked her about ‘The Situation’… oh how I have missed Bad Girl Tuesday coffee.