As indicated by my post yesterday, I embarked on a trail race this morning at the bright and early hour of 8:45am. Here I am – it is about 45 degrees outside, and its Saturday morning. Well, needless to say, I had second thoughts at 6:45am, but dragged my sorry carcas out of bed and made my way towards the race.
With little warm-up (not recommended) and only a balance bar for fuel, I began the “so-called 6K” race. As the race director was going over the course, he said – “if any of you have GPS watches – the course will be a little long“. Okey Dokey.
We took off down the grade which measured about 1.35 miles, not 1 mile and then began a 3 mile trek back up a side single-track hill known as “old Boney Trail”. In the sun, it was warm with a long sleeve t-shirt over my trail shirt, in the shade. . .well, I'm glad I had the extra layer. Due to the recent rains the creek was flowing nicely – as I went to pass a runner — well, it went something like this:
Rock, rock, slip, foot in cold water – oh well, other foot in cold water — that happened a couple of times; however, my shoes did dry out — it was the socks that did not. Needless to say, I added a little weight to my run. By the time we came out of the covered trees it was getting warm. We climbed the last major hill and headed for home.
My goal was to run near 1:06:41 which is what I did on the course 2 years ago. I felt with all my illness and bad eating that would be a victory and give me a good gauge for what my training needed to be, heading into April and May. Well. . .my time was 1:02:50 for 4.2 miles. Not bad, not bad at all.
And that is how I spent my Saturday morning – what about you?
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