After a less than stellar week and a crappy night’s sleep, I knew I had to find my way out on the trails to clear my head. Ken and I went up to Heil Ranch, which is just north of Boulder for an 8 mile trail run. The run gained about 1,000 feet and topped off around 6,600 feet. There was some minor climbing involved, but felt very moderate.
I wore my favorite trail running shoes, the Brooks Adrenaline ASR 7.
However, I have still yet to find a shoe that keeps me from biting it on the trail. I fall and stumble like your mama after too many tequila shots.
We climbed a rocky, technical, single track for about 2.5 miles:
Then there was another loop with an awesome overlook.
The run itself was pretty uneventful except for the bear scat. Unless Ken had berries for breakfast. The pile wasn’t steaming so I didn’t worry to much about it. Plus me and my running skirt could take a bear any day.
I rolled my ankle about 35,034 times, but this is nothing new for me on the trails.
There were a few mountain bikers out there – one dude look liked he was about to die and informed us he had “a rough night last night.” I counted my blessings that he didn’t puke on me.
Mostly it was just nice to be out of the elements, away from my home office and any other distractions. The beauty of being with someone for 18 years is that you don’t have to talk, you can just BE. Grunting, spitting and farting are allowed, of course.
If you’ve never done runs on trails, you may not know how different it is from road running. If you are on technical trails, you have no choice but to go 1-3 minutes slower than your normal per mile pace. You have to dodge lots of rocks and roots, the up hills can be tough. Plus, getting your footing in gravel, sand, and dirt can slow you down too.
What did you do to get your hear rate going this weekend?