Yesterday, I ran the Muir Beach trail run. It was a 17k run with intense climbs and inspiring views. This race packed in so many awesome views of the Pacific Coast from the ridges and cliffs above the Marin Headlands.
An incredible view:
Beginning the climb right off the starting line:
Single track (The crowd eventually thins out):
This hill was a slow and steady climb:
Looking out at Tiburon and Angel Island:
Finally, some downhill:
Crossing the finish line:
Here is what their aid stations look like. Yummy "fuel" (salt, sugar, gatorade, coke, etc):
Here is the fleet feet gang at the finish line. I love these ladies. (And thanks to Sandi for all the pictures!)
What is it like when a run like this ends and I come down from the trails?
Although my thighs can barely lift my feet, I feel strong.
With my legs covered in dirt and my clothes soaked with sweat, I feel clean.
Though fatigue pulses through every nerve, I feel well rested.
And somehow, even with my skin chafed and my body craving food, I feel whole.
Lots of time with Grandma. Brynn loved every second.
Cousin Love.
Uncle Sam love.
Ho Ho Ho...
Hanging out on Christmas Eve.
We found these two holding hands on their own.
McKenzie was so afraid but somehow managed to pull of a (fake) smile.
The kids in the infamous Christmas PJs.
Ray, Evan, Sam, Hannah, and Luke. (Boz is missing!)...part of the gang at Grandma Rae's house.
