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.