There is no such thing as “inside voice” when you’re navigating steep downhills strewn with loose rocky ankle-twisting vertebrae-breaking switchbacks. These are the kinds of trails that shred your shoes and cause one to cry out profanities into the trees at every turn. The kind of trails I hate to love, but do.. anyway. In the end it was not so much a run, but an exercise in leaning back, braking all the way down and trashing my quads. Not a bad adventure for a Tuesday night.