I’m reaching that age in life where some people buy fast cars, dye their hair, wear age-inappropriate skirts, give up high-stress careers to weave baskets in Hawaii (is that an option? feel free to send me leads) … and take their health more seriously. Hey, I can’t spend all my time baking. What does this crumpet do, when the tick of time beings to tock very loudly?
It’s a great way to get to know England just a little bit better. The camaraderie of a muddy trail run is hard to beat — even when you are at the back of the pack, like me. (Back of the pack may be an exaggeration. I’m more like a whole other pack, all my own, that trails behind the real pack like a lost asteroid.)
A muddy lost asteroid.
All the fast people are well, well along ahead on this trail. More mud left behind for me!
See those logs right there? I came up over these little hills and thought to myself: “I didn’t realize there were obstacles on this course. Cool!” And I clambered over a few of them … before I realized these were not obstacles. These were permanent fixtures for horse jumping. Because this is a horse field. And I jumped over them because I am a moron. But, hey, extra exercise, right?
This particular hill was about five miles long. (Okay, maybe 400 meters.) And it took me seven years to get up it. (Maybe four minutes.) But look at the sunshine glinting off that snow! Yup, I was definitely feeling alive.
A shoe full of icy water put a giant smile on my face. Even seeing my closest ‘competitor’ shrinking in the distance didn’t take away the joy of splashing in puddles, sucking in fresh air, and enjoying the challenge of putting foot in front of foot until your mind says stop.
(Yes, I did pause my run to take photos for my blog. Because I’m that kind of crazy. I probably lost two minutes altogether taking these photos, but it was such a lovely day, I didn’t mind a bit.)
I had such a great time on this particular run, and was so pleased with the organization and the cheerful encouragement of the race marshals, that I want to give a proper shout out to F3Events, who organized this series of trail runs. Check ’em out for a 5k, a 10k, or even a duathalon or triathalon. Whoo-hoo!
Now don’t get too excited about me running marathons or triathalons or nonsense like that. I’m happy to be ‘running’ 5 kilometers. (More like walk/run a la Jeff Galloway.) I’m thrilled to be seeing more of England through a variety of smaller running events. It’s been great to feel the welcome from more experienced runners who could care less about country of origin or anything at all besides the willingness to get out there and go. And if you’re looking for a muddy run … http://www.muddyrace.co.uk or http://www.mudrunner.co.uk might give you some ideas. While you’re out, if you happen to see a roly-poly woman who smells like muffins and is laughing in the mud, give her a high-five. She’s splashing through Camelot.