“Sure man, I could mmaaaayyybbbee run a half marathon with
you,” I surmised...for years...
“Once you run a half you’re going to see all those people
doing the full and you’re going to want to do it.”
Yeah. So. He was kind of, a little bit, maybe, right.
Starting last spring I started to run a bit more than usual,
which really had just been some mid-week activity for me to do in between
weekend (adult league) soccer games.
Long runs went from 5-6 miles to 8. Once a week became two
or three times a week. Nikes became New Balance. Mizuno trail shoes showed up to
keep them company. One trail race sign
up suddenly spawned another and then was followed by two half marathons in
three weeks, one which we ran together in our hometown.
But growing up and travelling, camping and backpacking in
some of the most beautiful places in North America, trail running just feels
better than any street ever will. I can’t wax poetic about it, it just feels
better.
So, now I’m training for some longer trail runs which
definitely will push me far harder than any other physical endeavor ever has.
Consider my words fully devoured, please.
Training is in full swing (sort of…). There are energy gels
and chews in the cupboard (is it taboo to admit? Or maybe it’s the Body Glide
that is off limits…), ice packs in the freezer and Pacific Northwest dirt and
mud in the trunk of my car.
Here goes nothing…
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