No, really. This is not a real estate blog. This is about falling on your face while running the trails. The title is not a metaphor. I was going to call it “Tripping, Tripping, Tripping,” but I thought that sounded too much like an acid flashback. So here you go: my three favorite ways of taking a “header” out in the canyon.
1. Sightseeing. The eye-to-body coordination of a human being running on a rocky canyon trail is an operational miracle to rival the fastest computer processor. Full speed along a sheer cliff? No sweat . . . as long as you keep your eyes on the trail. I you must, absolutely must, take in an eyefull of the American River below . . . stop . . . look . . . resume running. When boogie wooging down the canyon, you need only to take your eyes off the trail for a second to fall flat on your face. The period of most danger is the couple of seconds before your eyes re-focus on the trail immediately ahead. It’s usually a small rock about the size of a poisonous toad, or a malignant root, that gets you. These wicked hazards are easily, unconsciously, avoided if you are giving your attention to the trail. But lift your eyes up for a quickie peekie and . . . splat!
2. The Home Stretch. Ah, end of the trail! During the last minutes of a long run, you get pooped. Duh. When you get tired, you just don’t lift your feet as high as you do at the beginning of the run. Maybe it’s just a half inch difference, just enough for that rock or root to reach up and . . . splat! You need to talk to yourself, remind yourself, c’mon, lift your feet. Don’t stumble at the finish line. Hey! That’s a pretty good motto for life, isn’t it? Don’t stumble at the finsh line.
3. Famous Last Words. My worst spills have come on my best runs. Usually I am flying down hill, really flying, feeling great. The exhilarating thought blowing through my mind is “wow, I am really running fast today” and . . . splat! It reminds me of the joke. What were the Texan’s last words? “Hey, Bubba, I bet y’all nevah seen nobody do this!” Like that. Be careful on the fast downhills. There’s that stuff called “Mo.” Mo-mentum.
Ok. Let’s review. Keep your eyes on the trail, don’t stumble during the home stretch, and don’t be so full of yourself that you fall flat on your face. Hey! It was a metaphor after all!
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