Dwindling Days

My days running the Brad at will are numbered, single digitily.  So I headed there for another eight miles.  This time I didn't run Mindy's loop, but kind of just pieced chunks of trails together as the spirit moved me.  I started out like I was doing the Scuffle, but, when I got to the Snowmobile Trail, switched over to running the Bruiser backward.  Instead of doing just that little bit of trail before crossing over to Fox West, I added the loop that branches off.  Like many loops off trails, it came back to the trail almost where it broke off.  I crossed over to Fox West with every intention of staying with a backward Bruiser, but switched over to Fox East when the trail sharply turns.  I stuck with the Scuffle course till I got to the boundary where the race would head back down the Snowmobile Trail.  I just ran straight across to Ginn West, again on a backward Bruiser part.  Instead of heading onto Ragan, I stayed on Ginn West till it was like I was running the end part of the Bruiser frontward.  I added a teeny bit on the mountain side to make it essentially (fought the urge to put exactly) eight.

As I was headed out on the mountain side, I saw two runners headed in.  I yelled hey to NJ Dave and his friend.  We stopped to chat for a minute, but then headed our own ways.  The air was better than yesterday.  It was a great little run.  I felt like I could have ran another hour or two, but had stuff to get done.

Oh, and I saw a white tail bound away from me on the Bat Cave loop : )