Ahhhh .... Mammoth!

There's just something about the first run in Mammoth. Maybe it's the long drive getting here, maybe the sense of responsibility I feel to get 40 people up here safely, I'm not sure, but whatever it is the traditional first run is always a joy. The Mammoth Rock run.

Can a run be a joy? It seems that here, despite the searing lungs that come from thin air and the occasional boulder that tries to take you down, the simple act of running through the woods, in clean air and 77-degree weather is a joyous experience. It jogs the mind to wrap itself around different vistas, different thoughts. Thoughts of gratitude come easily in places and moments like today.

I'm reminded to be thankful, thankful for health and vitality; and for mobility.

A soak in Mammoth Creek after the run rejuvenated the legs and brought forth laughter and silly songs from the girls. A bubbling team, a bubbling stream .... ahhh, Mammoth. There's just something about it!