“I do not run to add days to my life, I run to add life to my days.”
Likewise, a trail runner belongs on the trail, and that is exactly where I was this afternoon. It was sunny and 70 degrees out. Who could ask for more?
Hitting that trail was like being reunited with an old friend. I savored every dip and bend in the path as I cruised up and down the hills. I was a little surprised by how much the landscape had changed since I was there last; and by how dry everything was for a change… not that I didn’t still find puddles and streams (and mud) to run through.
I know. Shocker! Me find mud... who would have guessed? They didn’t nickname me the “water witch” as a child for no reason (true story). In fact, when I was the pint sized version of myself, I used to dress in the frilliest of clothes and then promptly head outside and get covered in mud. I loved being a girlie girl and getting completely covered in mud and dirt… clearly not much has changed. Diva-Fabulous-Obstacle runner in the making? Quite possibly!
BTW Ladies, just for the record- there’s no reason we can’t get out there and make mud look good… and put the boys to shame at the same time. After all, “Remember Ginger Rogers did everything that Fred Astaire did, backwards and on high heels”. 😉
Originally, I had planned a short 5 K (to everyone thinking “short? seriously?” trust me, stick with running and soon enough you will be saying it too), but ended up actually doing 10 K instead. My calves (and body) held up better than I expected, especially since I had already done Insanity this morning (5 weeks done!!!) and have been dragging all week.
That being said, I did have some stomach issues during my run. I had tried to temporize the leak situation with my reservoir by flipping it upside down, but it didn’t work very well (no big surprise… I know). Every time I tried to take a sip, I got a bunch of air with it; so by the time a was 5 miles in I was having some serious heartburn. lol
Within an hour of getting home I totally crashed and burned. I was so exhausted I didn’t even make it to boot camp (gasp!!!) which I am pretty bummed about. However, I really think a third workout would have been pushing it. Instead I’ll take an early bedtime and live to fight another day.