You may remember that I took a spill last September. Turns out I tore my rotator cuff (my supraspinatus tendon, to be specific), and had to have it repaired last week.
I pulled into the parking lot at the trailhead a little before 6:30 on Thursday morning. The nearby houses were dark. There was one other car, a gold SUV, in the parking lot but no sign of the driver or anyone else.
I am being reminded of the challenges of winter running. Glare ice under a thin layer of snow fluff that requires a short stride and careful steps. Snow packed into dirt, filling in the texture and making for slick descents.
We all know people who view the world in a very black and white fashion, but I am all about gray. I once infuriated an Austrian with who I went wine tasting. “Do