Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Mount Diablo Challenge

For the past few weeks I've been thinking about running up the local peak, Mt. Diablo. It keeps sitting there, saying, "Hey, B, I wonder if you can run up me. I'm probably pretty fun. Check me out.". So, Sunday morning was the First Official Brian McFeely Mount Diablo Challenge. 20 miles, 3700 vertical feet. 4 hours 11 minutes. Four Clif Bars. Many salty pretzels. Two tarantula sightings. Booyow.

It's a big, squat mountain, and it was interesting to be on foot moving up it -- it felt just like they say, like moving up the side of a big, sleeping monster. Views were beautiful but smoke from fires in the state obscured the bay. Ms. A and Erin met me at the top and drove me home.


Amber said...

Drove you home? What a wimp.

(I love the new[?] label, "Bragging." Very fitting for this post.)

John Judy said...

I got a mountain you can run up!!! Oh wait, I don't. Actually, I don't even know what I'm talking about at this point.


Move along.

Shannon said...

good job! hills are scary.

McRussells said...

I'm sorry....did you just say you RAN up a MOUNTAIN?? Nice work, Bman.

amycs said...

Did you say tarantulas?!?!

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