I know running has a huge mental component. It’s those inside voices that either tear you down or push you through a difficult run. Well, I was having a tear down kind of a day. At about a mile and a half in, I jumped over a puddle and landed on the side of my left foot and rolled it. I was immediately in extreme pain and thought I was done for the day. I took an ibuprofen and waited a few minutes for the pain to subside, then decided to walk it out. I walked about a quarter mile until the pain had dulled and I could run again. I kept at a slow pace and walked when I felt like it. However, my foot still hurt when I would land on a rock funny. I know that next time I will run through the damn puddle. After 8 miles, I was happy to see my running buddies and turned around to head back with them.
The trails were gorgeous and the rain had missed us completely. The previous storm had left lots of fresh mud on the trails though. It was a little slippery, but nothing I couldn’t handle. So I was running along, minding my own business when I tripped over a root and fell in a patch of dirt at about mile 11. The good part was that the only thing I hit was the soft dirt. I got dirty, but I was okay. I felt myself starting to mentally check out at this point. I was physically and mentally tired. In fact, the only thing that kept me going those last couple of miles were the donuts that were waiting for us in the car at the trailhead. My mind kept focusing on what kind of donut I was going to eat. I finshed my run and found myself gazing hungrily at the assorted donuts. I settled on a chocolate bar with a custard filling and it was delicious. Now if I can only find someone to run in front of me with a donut on a string.
Trails: 3.5 Runner: 2
My ankle/foot roll only counts for a half point since I didn’t actually fall.
It rained a lot last week. Granted, we needed the rain, but I knew it was going to be muddy on the trails. However, the weather was perfect when we started our descent from the Auburn Dam Overlook or otherwise known as ADO. It was cool and overcast and the rain wasn’t supposed to hit again until 10:00.
I made it a point to prepare in advance for my run this week. After falling twice the previous week, I decided to hit up Sports Authority to see what defensive treasures I could find. I bought some awesome Mizuno volleyball kneepads that conformed snugly around my knee area. I also picked up some fingerless padded gloves. Score! I placed the knee pads over my tights, pulled on the gloves and BAM, I was ready to go.
To continue with my defensive trail running strategy, I always wear bright shirts while trail running. I figure it would be easier for the helicopter to spot your body if you are wearing something bright that will clash with the foliage. Speaking of helicopters, I also signed up with Calstar. It is California Search, Trauma & Rescue. It is $45 for an individual and $50 annually for a family to sign up. If they have to come out and rescue you, then you wouldn’t have to pay for the service if you are a member. Definitely worth every penny.
We ran from ADO to no hands bridge, then up stagecoach trail and back. It was a little over 13.50 hilly muddy miles, but not one fall. I think my knee pads were daring the trails to take me down. I’m glad I didn’t fall, but a little part of me wanted to test my gear out. I did almost get stuck in the mud a few times though. The one thing I do like about my current Sauconey trail shoes is that they don’t let any water or mud into the shoes. My feet were dry even though I splashed through creeks and puddles. That’s great for the winter, but can be uncomfortable in the summer when they don’t breathe and your feet overheat. I still plan on picking up a pair of Pearl Izumi trail shoes when I get a chance. On Sunday, I managed a short 6 mile run on the parkway with no falls. Score: Trail 2, Runner 2. I don’t count the runs on the parkway in my trail scorecard.
I leave you with this quote:
“Knock me down, it’s all in vain. I’ll get right back up on my feet again. Hit me with you best shot.”
I’m not a fast runner or a smooth runner or a pretty runner. People would not look at me running and think, “gazelle.” I would never run in sports bras and booty shorts. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not opposed to women running in that, I just couldn’t pull it off. I lumber along, sometimes panting heavily when I forget to take my inhaler. I am short and stocky, with large thighs that served me well in gymnastics. I shuffle my feet too much and am easily distracted, which of course causes me to fall a lot.