From my dailymile report (because I was too busy to write something different for this here blog thing.)

OK, so the real adventure was getting to the race. I spent more time driving than I did running. You know you're in trouble when you start out with "plenty of gas" but then have to fill 'er up while lost in the middle of nowhere. (Seriously, the road just... stopped.) I'm sure I could turn that into a running analogy, too, but... yeah.

Here are three excuses for my lost-a-tude:

1) The Fitzgerald/Richmond Parkway exit has nether "Fitzgerald" nor "Richmond Parkway" on the exit sign.

2) Point Pinole and Point Richmond are not the same thing, even though my husband says they are.

3) Point Pinole is not in Pinole. It is in... Richmond. (See #2 for further confusion.)

Magically delicious, even though I arrived at the race an hour later than I wanted, I still got parking. My late arrival meant I was a bit discombobulated because I had about 20 minutes before race start. (Mentally, I had already assumed I would end up not finding the place so would go home.)

Once we were off, I was "off." I ran about .3 happily, and then started getting wimpy. The first mile was ick, but then I picked it up a bit. Around mile 3 I was rocking. Mile 5 was ten miles. But then the final mile and .2 was fine, and I finished strong.

We ran through the old dynamite mines, and the views were pretty. l like trees, water, and cute insects. Thankfully there were no bees. There weren't any killer hills on this trail; only potholes and sticks created any sort of "complication." Really, this was quite easy as far as trails go. This is good - because I'll be running this same trail in a couple months for a 6-hour endurance event. Laura S. and I are going to ROCK IT. (Or "blow it up" as the case may be.)