Since I've have been on maybe 3 trail runs I am automatically an expert.
And we're off!
Since I'm such a pro, I reminded Brad over and over again to be careful and watch his steps. "Your two major priorities" I said "are to not twist an ankle and not bust your face." Wise words indeed.
|There are some areas that just aren't runnable at all.|
It's 1.7 miles to the top and the last 0.2 are hands down the most difficult. It's all you can do to just speed hike it. Even then, your breathing is labored and your quads and calves are on fire.
But then you get to the top and the view is wonderful. The last time I did this, it was a sea of green, but this time the landscaped was dabbed with shades of red and orange. Breathtaking.
We did some mountain top Tebowing
Then, because my husband is related to this person, we took some self portraits.
This is when I told Brad that he was clumsy and to be careful. (Keep this info in mind along with all my professional trail run coaching)
On the descent, I gave out a little more advice. Don't go too fast and get carried away, blah, blah, blah. I was worried that this particular trail might have been a little bit advanced for a "rookie" like my husband.
On the way down I was feeling like a deer frolicking through the forest. The path has these lines of rocks every so often that cut straight across and are easy to see. You can tell they were placed there. Probably for erosion reasons. I was light as a feather, leaping across each line of rocks like a gazelle. And then... CRASH! Guess I wasn't as light as I thought. My foot caught on one of those rock lines, I went down and then slid a little ways. It stung a little but it was also really funny. So when Brad turned around to see if I was OK, I was doing a sort of laugh cry. Brad saw that I was ok, and then went on ahead of me. I walked it off for a minute and then finished out the run.
|Hugh Jass Bad Ass|
I LOVE trail running. I don't care if I bust my ass every time, it's totally worth it.