A friend on dailymile.com, Thomas N., posted this video the other day. I thought it really captured (and perhaps magnified) the awesomeness of trail running. Nothing like a little music to make running seem a lot more fun than it is! The video was put together by coachingendurance.com — I have no idea what that is, so don’t take my posting the video as an endorsement. I suggest you watch the first minute or so until it gets repetitive, then leave the music on while you read the rest of my post. Such is my lame attempt to compete with Avatar by providing a multimedia experience.
Twenty miles sans anything
The Hashawha Hills 50K, which was supposed to be today, was canceled due to all the snow still on the trail. The official tally, then, is that of my three 50K’s scheduled since December, only one has actually transpired. My next is the HAT Run, three weeks from today. Barring another blizzard, that one should actually happen.
So I put in 20 miles today with some friends in liu of the race. I had actually only planned on about 12, but I just felt great and kept on going. The downside of such spontaneity, of course, is that I was completely unprepared for the distance in terms of food, water, and lubrication of my naughty bits.
The result: I ate my first commercial energy gel in about six months (kind of gross, but tolerable), drank only a single gulp of water from a friend’s bottle, and my crotch feels like it was briefly dipped in napalm, or perhaps treated with lye. (How many subscribers might that nugget cost me?) And now I feel a little sick, because that’s how I generally feel when I don’t bring enough nutrition along. Not recommended. So I’m lounging around in my Recovery Socks, and I’ve made Sascha the unofficial Recovery Sock dog with one of the way-too-many headbands they sent me:
At least I drank a proper recovery smoothie!
Running saves my ass
Running offers a lot of benefits, the most commonly-cited being improved health and increased quality years of life (not necessarily a longer life, though). But this week I noticed a surprising, yet so obvious, one — the ability to run far. It’s not often in the modern world that this comes in handy; we don’t have to wear down our prey with our endurance to put a meal on the table anymore. (For those who haven’t read it, this theory of why we run was presented in Born to Run.)
I left for school a little late one morning, and when I got there I couldn’t get a good parking spot. I was left with what would have been a 15-minute walk across campus, with class starting in only five minutes. I won’t make the story any more dramatic than it is: I ran to class, and still showed up a minute or two late.
But for whatever reason, I was struck by a sense of pride at being able to run like that. In jeans, stabilizing my bookbag with one hand, I made it to class without breaking a sweat and hardly even breathing heavily. Surely nobody suspected that I had just run a mile when I walked into class.
Ok, so it’s not hunting a wildebeast to feed the clan, but it was cool for me. In that small way, being an endurance runner came in handy. And on a very primal level, it made me proud on an otherwise routine morning.
Anyone else ever notice something like this, or do I need to stop thinking so much?
Last thing, check out Megan’s latest Running Shorts post: Are you making these running mistakes?