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On the Way Down: 9/8/02

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I was slow yesterday. I went up Mission Peak (I cannot say ran at all). It was 52 minutes. At least I am still under an hour. The people out there are so often not dressed for hiking. But I thought they must have thought I was the weird one, wearing running shoes and shorts. I saw a couple coming down the mountain. They were wearing hiking boots and appropriate attire, but the girl looked so uncomfortable. Maybe her toes were hurting. I wondered if she even wanted to be out there. I have seen women in dresses and heels trying to walk part of the way up. It is odd.

The best part was after I got to the top and I went down the other side. No one was over there. Just me and the dry grass of summer. That smell is my childhood smell--hot and dusty. I practiced the standing peeing technique. It still needs work. On my way back I saw the cows, looking big, and little baby ones, looking very small. They couldn't have been very old. All three of them were sleeping. At least I hope they were sleeping. They were about the size of a big dog. I was on a time limit for the run so that I could get home in time to get myself fixed up and go shopping for my party at my mom's house. So I cut the run down to two hours. That worked out just fine. I pressed stop on my watch at exactly 1:59:55. A nice part of running Mission Peak is that I get good downhill training. The way down is a long, constant downhill. The legs are not sore today either. I am only tired from the party.