LoveyChar wrote: »
Marathon is tomorrow. I am ready!
AndreaTamira wrote: »
I am not a runner but I want to be.
Two days ago I just "went for a run" and it was fun. It was more walk-run-walk for about 40 minutes than an actual run and I imagine even my running was very slow, but I enjoyed myself.
If I stick to doing that 3 times a week for a month or two, does this make me runner?
SwtHedgehog wrote: »
Congratulations; what a great race and accomplishment. I didn't even know they have such long trail runs. Enjoy your victory.
LoveyChar wrote: »
Written on Monday:
I was going to write a long story but I know I don't like reading long "race reports" and usually don't, so I'll spare you.
Anyway, I finished. Barely. But, I finished. I walked the majority of it. I rolled my ankle and bruised the side of my foot. That's not why I walked, though. Walking was because I inadequately trained and now I know trail running is twice as hard as road running; at least in my opinion it is. Ankle and foot are better today than yesterday, but still a little swollen and bruised. It will all be back to normal in a day or two. Besides being a little sore, I'm fine.
To anyone who long distance trail runs, accolades to you because wow it's hard! There were rocks, steep hills, streams, bugs, sticks...I have nothing to compare it to but I was told by a lady who has run several trails that this one was very difficult with lots of hills and a couple of super steep ones. The trail was narrow and I moved over to let other runners blaze by me. It was pretty cool to see some of them flying through the terrain like that, naturals.
I know people who love trail running often say they love it because there is so much beauty in nature to see. I was too busy staring at the path directly in front of me so I didn't trip, fall and break a bone or crack my skull and die that I didn't have much of an opportunity to take in the scenery.
The high was 83° with the sun beating down on us. I worked up an incredible sweat. Between the mud, the streams, the sweat, I came out wet. Mosquitos were biting and I couldn't outrun the suckers.
At the end of my second loop, I ate four small containers of Pringles, two small packages of Oreos, and one Chips Ahoy and that was my breakfast. I was so hungry until that point. I made two friends on the trails, both ladies that broke up unwanted solitude in those moments.
In the moments, running and walking was not fun and I just wanted it to be over with. But after it was over, I appreciated everything. I would never blindly sign up for anything again, especially a Marathon type of running I've never tried before.
It was a festival with people running all day. Supporters sat in lawn chairs or under tents outside of the start/finish line and cheered. My daughter ran and walked with me the last loop, 6.55 miles, in Crocs and no socks. Even though she wasn't a registered, paid runner, the organizers gave her a medal completely unexpected and put it right around her pretty, little neck. It was so sweet. She wants to run the festival next year. Everyone there was so nice and supportive and cheering for each other. The organizers and volunteers were supportive to people like me with all the questions and everyone was smiling and happy. The aid stations were stocked. The trails were clearly marked, although, I did manage to get lost as I was looking down too much and possibly veered a couple of miles off the beaten path until I found my way back.
I 100% plan to run next year but it will probably be a 10k with my daughter and then we'll just stay and enjoy the festivities and swimming. I earned my medal and I'm wearing my shirt. Life is good.
I'm so glad it's over.
Thank you so much for your presence and uplifting words...
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