Last Saturday, I loaded up my Northface Gulper backpack with water, granola bars, my cell phone and my debit card. Then, I trotted down the street towards my normal trail run. Except, this time, when I got to the turnoff for Backcreek, I kept going. Eagle Peak? Kept going, going going going, until I reached the summit of Mt. Diablo! So, now I've ridden my road bike to the top, my mountain bike too and have now run to the top. I've never driven to the top, but, I don't think I missed anything. Along the way, I passed several parties who all wanted to know how far it was to the top, ahhhhh, not sure, this is my first time resulted in strange looks and serious eye rolling sent my way. On the way down, even more groups of people who saw the sign "4 miles to the top" and thought that leaving at 1 in the after noon gave them plenty of time and one bottle of water was enough for a hike to the summit. Ahhh, good luck was all I could say. At least the were out here. I guess burning some calories the day before the Super Bowl.That said, it was a great day for a run, sore feet, sore back and sore wife not withstanding. I can think of worse things to do with my Saturday, especially since I managed to "forget" about the yardwork etc.
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