Distance: 5.10 miles
Weather: Sunny & cool
Work got away from me today, so only had time to squeeze in a run at the end of the day before driving home from Boulder. But, now that the days are getting longer, starting a run up Green Mountain at 4:30 p.m. is no longer a recipe for descending in the dark.
I ran up the Gregory-Ranger route, and descended via Green-Saddle-Ampi.
After five days in New Orleans at (or below) sea level, I was eager for a bit of vertical, so Green Mountain it was. Felt pretty good the whole way up. Messed up watch settings, so didn't get a split for the summit. Also, forgot traction devices, so I did a fair bit of slipping and sliding. It's funny how slipping when you're running steady up something steep immediately sends a momentary wave of fatigue through your legs. After a few steps, the wave dissipates and you continue on. Too much slipping on the ups, though, takes its toll. Fortunately, the snow today was in pretty good shape and the slipping was kept to a minimum, at least on the ups. The descent, however, was slow going. It seemed like I slid down a foot for every 20 I ran. I fell twice, once on my butt and once just down onto one knee when I slipped off the side of the trail.
Had a great time on the mountain today. Just glad to be out. Thought a lot about how fortunate we are to have virtually unfettered (undoubtedly some would take issue with my "unfettered" characterization) access to such splendid landscapes. I also recalled a brewery and beer I once had in Asheville, North Carolina, one of my all-time favorite towns in the East (and the place JP and I got married).
Maybe the mountain needs an official beer.