I am extremely clumsy. Trail running almost always ends badly for me, but by the next time I want to go, Ive usually forgotten how ugly the last time was (and how much fun I had!). That was the case today. Once we started running my father said to me “remember the last time we did this? You fell down the hill, and then tripped into the river and had to run in wet shoes for the whole thing!”.

Oh, yeah. I remember.

Well, nonetheless, I had beautiful scenery and good company, so why not give it a shot!

Ran with these jokers:

(Dad is on the far right. Hi Dad! He is going to Germany tomorrow for TWO WEEKS with the Air National Guard!)

Here I am, just starting to remember how bad of a trail runner I am:

It was unbelievably scenic though, I had no idea this place even existed! We ride by it all the time, too.

We did about 50 minutes. It was treacherous in the beginning, but once we got over the “hill” (read: small mountain with a cliff!) it was awesome. We chatted the whole way, and I didnt fall at all! Progress my friends, progress.

Now for some Playoff hockey…go Bruins!