Serenity in Running...

I have been doing some trail running lately due to some bike problems I haven't gotten around to and other constraints, like pneumonia. One thing about running, it's easy to get ready for. There is no pumping up the tires, loading the bike and gear, filling the camelback... On numerous occasions, I have been at the trailhead getting ready to ride and witnessed a runner roll up in their car, get out and go. I've always envied that. So I have discovered Broad Creek Park and have been trotting up and down it's steep, rooty slopes alongside the South River. Yesterday, I came across a mountainbiker cruising the trails. He stopped and asked if I knew where the trail ended, so I told him. He also told me that while he was riding, a groundhog fell out of a tree, landed on his head and got caught up in his front wheel. I responded with an unbelievable, "Wow"! and promptly started mentally checking him for signs of craziness. He seemed sane to me, perhaps confusing a groundhog with a squirrel. Whatever. It was a strange encounter, me running through the woods and coming upon a mountain biker. It's usually the other way around and the only thing that has landed on my head, while riding, is myself.