I had all four of my wisdom teeth taken out on Friday which pretty much put me out of commission for the weekend. I've had a great block of running since early December, so a few days off of running were likely good for my legs. Although I felt okay to run the day after, the combination of pain killers, anesthetic, antibiotics, swelling and surgery are hard on the system and I'd rather not risk any complications by rushing back into things, so I opted to take 2-3 days off and re-assess. The swelling that had given me a much healthier profile than my usual, hard earned, skeletal, emaciated cheek bone look has subsided and I went out for a bop this morning with a youthful spring in my step. I'll keep things light until my system feels re-set.
Drooling, babbling & drugged....
By Sunday I was feeling much better and was desperately craving some fresh air so I went out for a hike. It was interesting to slow the pace down and really appreciate some of the areas that I run through. I'm always struck by the chaotic beauty of West Coast forests:
As I hiked up Mt Finlayson, the clouds started rolling across the gun metal grey sky:
Wet rock is a reality of West Coast trails and makes for some exposed trail:
We rarely have sweeping vistas from our peaks this time of year, but it forces us to appreciate our immediate surroundings; most notably, the striking contrast between the ghostly silhouette of trees emerging from the fog against the vibrant green moss that carpets the rock:
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