Two days in a row running the East Boulder Trail, up and down the white rock cliffs. These trails are easy, soft dirt, compared to the rocky mountain trails out around Lyons and Left Hand Road. These dirt trails are a better fit for my current state of fitness. The true mountain trails are so technical and I’ve lost some of the requisite skills of negotiating my footfalls along the path. And they are much, much steeper, causing me to walk more than run. I can generate a little bit more momentum over these dirt trails. I can take my eyes off my feet and enjoy the views of the Indian Peaks. You can see them in this photo, just over the crest of the hill in front of me.
The East Boulder Trail contains rolling hills through grasslands where, centuries earlier, the buffalo roamed. Now I roam these hills, and have for the last twenty-eight years. The grasses are nearing waist-high in some places. We’ve been getting some good rain so far this season.
I ran all the hills, on a six mile out-and-back, yesterday. It might have been cooler yesterday, and I ran really well. Today, not so well. No doubt, my legs were tired from yesterday. I swear to you, the same hills were steeper today. The trick is being able to climb the first big hill on the return without stopping. My experience is if I stop there, like I did today near the top, then I’ll walk the final hill that leads up to the water tower – which I did today too.
Regardless, this trail always gives me a workout. And the downside of each hill on the East Boulder Trail is generally rewarded with a nice view like this. Sometimes, running in the mountains, you can’t see the forest for the trees. The East Boulder Trail though always gives you an awesome view. I will never tire of my runs on this trail.