I hit Mountain Drive with my i-pod and running shoes this morning. It was several peaceful miles on a rolling, winding, traffic-free road nestled in the foothills and with views of Santa Barbara, the ocean and the Channel Islands. Breathtaking.
Yesterday was More Mesa, a bluff overlooking the Pacific Ocean. I jogged along the edge of the cliff watching the ocean waves gently crash onto the shore as pelicans nose-dived into the water. Breathtaking.
The day before that, F pulled on his Vibram Five Fingers, I my Mizunos, and we ran (or really jogged) Jesusita Trail. We crossed the creek several times, jogged through trees, brush, grassy knolls….stopped halfway to take in the view. Yup, rolling hills and there’s the ocean. Breathtaking.
After my run this morning, I texted F: Beautiful run on Mountain Drive. Seriously. Can’t. Ever. Leave.
To which he responded: Yeah…that’s going to be tough.
Boo hoo! Because when it comes to running, there’s no place like Santa Barbara. Seriously.