Another
trail race in the Dirt Day Series last weekend at French Park. (my first one
was Mount Airy - May 20 blog). I was at the park last year for an outdoor
wedding and it's really pretty. So, I'm thinking a 3.4 mile run in the “French
countryside” will be an easy training run on a pretty Sunday morning. The race
site mentioned the interesting features of the course are a few creek crossings
which with little rain should be easy as well. Typical for a trail race, the
folks, about 150 people, were laid back, mostly young and fit. I'm a fairly shy
person, however I find myself striking up conversations with almost anyone at these
events because it feels easy and they can be pretty interesting people.
There's
a fellow at work who started running again to spend quality time with his three
sons. His twin boys are competitive high school track and cross country
runners, and the younger boy is in middle school also starting to run on his
school’s team. I suggested they should try out this race as it may be a little
different than their typical cross country meets. No pressure, just run for
fun, and if you smoke the older people, cool. They all showed up, and were
especially excited to run through the creek.
At the
start, I lined up near the front and asked a guy about his tat of chainrings on
his shoulder. He said he noticed my leg tat (Jan 2012 blog) and then asked the
girl in front of us, who was a friend of his, to show me hers. She had a shoulder
chainrings tat as well but with flowers, vines and such. She was also wearing
bun huggers, unruly red hair, bb ring and various other tats. (clearly supports my comment on interesting people at
trail races). She also had noticed my tat and told me she thought it may have been real.
She then pointed out her real one, which was 70% healed.
The
start was a long downhill in grass so we all took off at a fast pace. I stayed
with the "tat group" at a 6 pace while the leaders were flying at something
close to 5. At the "bottom" of the hill my heart rate was humming but
I figured I could cruise on a flat section to reel it back in. After turning
the corner at the bottom, the decent continued as far as I could see which
shocked me. I reluctantly fell off the pace, which is a shame, as I did not
want to waste a smooth downhill but I had no choice. I thought "this
course has larger elevation changes than expected" and that would
be an understatement. So back to the top, back to the bottom, back to the top,
etc. Throw in some rocks, roots, creek running, and creek crossing, and the
short 3.4 mile course was exhausting. I am proud I was able to run hard to the
finish, a 200 meter + uphill through a field. I almost lost whatever I ate that
morning, but managed to hold on to avoid embarrassment.
Somebody's Pup at French Park |
Ditto-Fido |
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