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| Section between Mono Pass and Parker Pass. |
Showing posts with label running. Show all posts
Showing posts with label running. Show all posts
Trail Run: Three girls and four mountain passes
Crowley Lake Columns
Kelly told me about a trail run down by Crowley Lake that has amazing views along the way and natural column formations at the turn around. Since I have this week off, we made plans to run it together.
Trail run from Green Creek to Virginia Lakes
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| Running past East Lake |
~Jesse Owens
This past summer my friend, Jess, and I did some amazing trail runs. The most challenging was our run from the Green Creek trail head to Virginia Lakes.
32nd Annual Tioga Pass Race!
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| all done! ready to head down for lunch at Whoa Nellie Deli! |
"Mountains should be climbed with as little effort as
possible and without desire. The reality of your own nature should determine
the speed. If you become restless, speed up. If you become winded, slow down.
You climb the mountain in equilibrium between restlessness and exhaustion.
Then, when you're no longer thinking ahead, each footstep isn't just a means to
an end but a unique event in itself". ~Robert Pirsig
Getting ready for Tioga... only one hill!
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| Awesome trophy by Kenny Willingham |
Tioga Pass is the eastern gateway to Yosemite National
Park. The start line is in the town of Lee Vining at an elevation of
6,781 feet above sea level and the finish line is at the top of Tioga
Pass at 9,945 feet. It's a 12.4 mile race with an elevation gain of 3,200 feet.
Chapter Four: The Runner
There are three types of people that “leg it”: walkers,
joggers, and runners. Walkers come in all varieties. My mother is of the
serious variety. Joggers are recognized by the spring in their step. In not so
subtle contrasts, runners are measured by how they take flight. My dad has been
a runner all of his life.
Ever curious about my dad’s routine of running at the beach
after work, I was in the sixth grade when I asked if I could run with him. The
way that my dad tells the story is that we drove down to the beach and planned
on running four miles on the sand; my dad was expecting to cut the route short, thinking that I would wear out early. My dad describes this event, with a slight smile on
his face, that to his surprise, I dashed to the lead with him in-tow. Voluntarily
running a few steps behind, he remembers thinking that I would fall off the pace quickly in
the soft sand. After about half way through the run, seeing that I continued to
lead, he hurried to run evenly with me. Now to his amazement, I surged to keep
him behind. Nearing the end of the run, together we locked into a tug-of-war as we
traded pushing the pace. With a wide grin on his face, my dad gives his
conclusion to the story: “That is when I knew the girl could run.”
