But I recently started an affair with a different park. Only three miles from 95, Susquehanna State Park is quickly becoming one of my favorite places to run. It's on the way to my parents' house in Maryland, it's quiet, hardly crowded and is just big enough for long runs. Plus it is sort of beautiful.
So beautiful that I voluntarily got up at 6:30 this morning, a Saturday, just so I could do my long run there on my way to my Mom and Dad's for some Mother's Day fun. Aside from another runner I kept crossing paths with and two mountain bikers carrying their buddy out of some twisting single track after he crashed into a barn (he was mostly ok) I seemingly had the whole place to myself for the entire 2.5-hour run.
The park hosts The HAT Run, a 50k that I wanted to be my first except it sold out in about 88 seconds for 2011. It's on my to-do list -- maybe next year. The trails are challenging (I feel like I am always going uphill and always stumbling over rocks and roots), well-maintained and lead to climbs that overlook the river. Happiness!
|Apparently the park doesn't love me back though. I acquired some|
grody sort of burning rash that I hope goes away before my 82nd
|Even more hideous. How ugly is this place?|