I was traveling down a long dirt trail. I was running. It was muddy, long and wide. The center of the trail was flooded in one section, so I had to hug the curb that was still mainly dry dirt. I still got super muddy, but the texture felt good. I ran in one direction first, then turned around and came back. I was enjoying the squish when a couple rode by on bikes in the opposite direction (they were entering the trail). The guy had dreads, and the girl looked a bit like my old roommate, except she was smaller and shorter. He was giving her a pep talk that they could make it through the mud. I'm not sure if they ended up making it. When I got back to the trail head, which looked relatively normal with a sign under an awning. There was also a bike rack and a parking lot nearby. Under the awning of the trail head stood a woman of Indian descent with her son and daughter. The mother was scolding her son about the mud.
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