I went on my first real-ish trail run on Saturday. If you want to imagine with me that four miles is enough to qualify for a trail run, then yep, a trail run it was!
The morning started with my Saturday morning long swim, 2500 yards. From there I drove a half an hour to a trail. I can already predict how impatient I’m going to get with having to drive somewhere to run. Random fact about me, I really, really dislike driving. I hate driving. There are too many dumb-dumbs on the road and too many stoplights. Why can’t I be the only person with somewhere to go?
Anyhow, I get to the trail, the sun is shining, it’s 30 degrees, I’m eager to go. To start, I kept my ipod volume down so that I could be alert for any vicious, hungry animals. The animals spared me this time, but if I ever appear to be missing, know that I’ve been eaten by a wild turkey. And think of me on Thanksgiving.
After the first mile I’m feeling comfortable, no birds, no animals, no pain, just me and Carrie Underwood in the woods. I run, I stumble a few times on hard mud, I hop over roots, I turn down this way, I cross a road, I go up a small hill, down a small hill, oh, what’s that sensation in my knee? Stop, stretch, okay, good to go. Run, run, crank the volume for Cascada, get to a good turning around point, turn around, go up a hill, down a hill, cross a road, run, run, oh wait, this doesn’t look familiar, I don’t remember running on a sheet of ice, where am I? Oh shoot, I’m lost. Omg, I’m lost. I’m in the woods, a bear is going to eat me. Turn around, run, ahhhh, I like Dave Mathews, this is a good, song, OH! there’s my turn, back on track, headed back to my car, run, run, it’s so nice out, look at my iphone, 35 minutes, damn, I should probably call it quits in 5 minutes, I don’t wanna, I wanna keep going, run, run, 37 minutes, nooooo, freeze the time, I’m enjoying myself too much, run, hop over a root, Oooh, a cardinal, run, 40 minutes, dammit!! Fine, stop. Go back to the car.
I’m getting impatient with having to take it slow and keep the mileage down. I’ve always been an impatient person. But I am very grateful to be kind of running again now that it’s spring time, even if it’s a mile or two at a time. Even if I have to inconveniently drive myself somewhere to run. Even if I have to run monotonous circles around the high school dirt track during the weekdays. Inconvenient running is better than no running.