Own it.

Ran in the chaparral-filled, sagebrush-scented canyons of Mission Trails Regional Park today. The air is so dry here in southern Cslifornia, it took some getting used to.

Highlight of my November occurred late this afternoon descending Cowles Mtn: old guy was picking up trail trash (love that!! What is up with trash on trails here?) and asked me, "Are you an ultrarunner?"

My internal monologue was, "I guess so, technically, I did one ultra, but it was a baby-ultra, not even 50 miles, but I'm doing one soon, and training counts for something, so..."

But aloud, my answer was: "Yep!"

Man: "I thought so! You have that look about you! Good job, trail runner!"

I love that guy.