Oh spring, how I love thee. Especially when thee arrives early. I’ve been hitting the trails lately. They’re clear of snow and muddy in places (how I love me some mud!), and the air smells damp and sharp, with that particular fragrance of leaves waiting to unfold.
Having spent a good part of the winter in Tucson and Philly, I had forgotten the joy of running over Alaska trails.
I don’t have any particular race plans at this time. I’m tentatively training for the Mayor’s Marathon in June, I’m signed up for Mount Marathon and will probably run the Trent/Waldron Glacier Half Marathon in late May because, you know, it’s on my birthday and what better way to celebrate than suffer through 13 miles at a pace faster than I can easily sustain.
Other than that, I’m just running for the fun of it, with no big goal in mind. It’s the best way to run, I think, free and unencumbered, the way we all used to run as children.