Coming home for the holiday has many of the obvious perks, but for me, there’s one bonus that holds a special place in my heart: my parent’s backyard. Literally steps from our backdoor is any runner’s paradise and I was too dumb when I was younger to take advantage of it. Now every time I’m home I head straight for the trails as my dad admonished me to look out for mountain lions and perverts (P.S. he just told me if a mountain lion approaches you, stand still. If a bear approaches you, roll up in a little ball and don’t move – who knew.)
Anxious to hit the trail this morning, I woke up to my iPhone feeding me blatant lies. 30 degrees? Really?! You’re making that shiz up. No way. Stop it Siri. It’s not funny. Tell me what the real temperature is.
It turns out it was true – 30 degrees for nine miles. Oh the joy.
With my Columbia jacket, Nike tights, and bright-pink Saucony ear-warmer by my side, it turned out to be a fantastic, even a bit toasty, run. While Reno might be a consistently brown hue, it’s a hue that’s home to me.
When you go home, do you have a favorite running route that you always hit up?