This past Saturday I ventured into the world of trail running. My roomie, Lisa, from AWBU was directing her first race and being the great pal that I am, I signed up. I have run on gravel and dirt roads, but never a bonafide trail. I am kind of clumsy and I hoped this adventure wouldn’t be disastrous.
Let me just say, I LOVED running on the trail. All the rocks and roots were amazing. I loved the mental awareness it took to not break my ankles. It was exhilarating. I forgot I was racing because I could never look up to see who was ahead or behind me. I was in my own little world, well, almost. When I came around the corner to the aid station, I looked up. You are not supposed to look up for a reason. I busted it right in front of everyone. You know, I could have fallen when no one was around, but hey, why not bust it in front of the volunteers. They had a nice giggle after they saw I wasn’t injured and I ran on.
I ended up coming in 5th out of the women and 2nd in my age group (30-39), which isn’t bad. Here are a few pictures:
I was so excited to have a battle wound. I know I am weird, but it proves I worked hard.
This was the first race of the Arkansas Trail Run Series and now I am signing up for the rest of the races. I think you get points for each race, but I don’t know for sure how that works. I don’t think I will sign up for many more road races. Trails are a lot more challenging than silly road races and a lot more fun.