So, I survived the Bulldog. I have much admiration for the people doing the 50K. I did the 25K, which was hard enough, with 4000+ feet of elevation gain,..they had to do that TWICE. Kudos to the crazies. But what an amazing adventure.
Actually trail running in itself is an adventure. It's dirty, it's hot,or cold... there are no bathrooms...well, at least not very many..and there isn't an aid station every 1.5 miles. It's not for the faint at heart.
Which leads me to my newest adventure...Twin Peaks. Again, I'm not doing the hardest run, which is 50 miles...I'm only doing the 30k, about 18 miles. I'm having my usual negative self talk....I can't do this, I'm not fast, I'm not strong...I NEED BATHROOMS! I'm also worried about getting LOST. I have this fear that one of these times I'm going to take the wrong trail and be so totally lost with no one around to help me find my way back. Sure, I know there are lots of volunteers looking out for me. There are rangers. There are other runners. But somehow that fear is still there, lurking.
I think that's what trail running is for me...conquering fears, pushing my limits, expanding boundaries. I'll let you know how my latest boundary pushing goes. In case you're looking to expand your horizons, go to this link and check it out:
ultrasignup.com
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