brothers.
I talked Kristen into running up Flagstaff mountain with me today. We finally took off about one o’clock. As we were passing my brother’s house on the drive I thought briefly about calling him, but quickly reminded myself that he wasn’t a runner, so what purpose would the call serve? Nothing. I held off. Kristen and I scedaddled into a small warm up, stretched (my new favorite activity), and then repurposed ourselves at the trailhead. Fired up the garmin forerunner, and bling. We were off.
A bit out of shape I topped out at 22.5 minutes (5 minutes off of my best, so ok, more than a bit). Kristen @ 27.5. She’d never been up there so I treated her to a view over at the amphitheater, on our jog back to the trailhead, Kristen says, Isn’t that your brother? I looked up and sure as hell, there was Alex biking toward us with his arms stretching towards the sky. He almost powered right by until I yelled his name. He slammed on his brakes and opened his mouth wide with wonder. A feeling of delight glowed on both of our faces for quite some time. I mean, how many families can run into other family members on the top of small mountain? I mean most have a better chance at Mickey D’s or the DMV. There were only three people at the top today, Kristen, Alex and me. How frickin rad is that? We said our goodbyes, Al pedaled away with a whoop and holler, and Kristen and I jumped from the pavement to the comfort of the dirt, and led ourselves down, the opposite path of Alex.
I love it.
Filed by ryanroth at November 5th, 2006 under Life, Mowntins