A bunch of us met outside of Boulder for a trail run this morning. It was so windy and cold that I cried tears of despair when I had to get out of the car. There are few things I hate worse than being cold. Okay, maybe when people imitate characters from Monty Python – that’s worse than being cold. Fortunately, no one has ever imitated characters from Monty Python while I was cold. That would be simply cruel.
I should have just brought my camper like this guy did because then I could just roll out of bed, put away my joint and banjo, and step onto the trail.
I forgot how much I love to run with a bigger group. I am usually either by myself or with one other person. There is always someone running your pace and always someone to talk to. I like to run ahead so I am the winner. Yes I am that person.
The only drawback to being with a big group is that it’s a bit awkward if you have to excuse yourself off the trail to take a leak or crap. It’s not like there is any secretive way to do that. Fortunately, the poop gods did not visit me today.
Let’s play “Where’s Bambi?” We saw some deer, but do you see some deer?
We got to the top and did a loop around. The views are amazing, even on a dreary day like today:
The miles flew by as we chatted away. We all finished up and I was introduced to the best invention since the goldfish carrying case:
Charmin To Go toilet tissues. The guy behind me likes them too:
Hello, lover. Where have you been all of my life?
In the end we did 8 miles in 1:30 with about 1,000 feet elevation gain. I am so fast that pictures of me are always blurry. Either that or my phone camera bites.
We stopped for hot coffee on the way home. If you don’t have a Vic’s in your town, I am very sorry:
At home I whipped up a plate of French toast bigger than my head:
If you don’t trail run or have never done it, you are missing out. You just are. It is completely and totally different than running on the road, bike path, etc. You have to focus constantly so you don’t fall on your ass. You dodge rocks, roots, horse poop, snow, fallen trees. You climb until your heart is beating out of your chest. No cars, no noise except for the wind through the trees and the roar of the occasional mountain lion. The whole landscape is your bathroom. These are the very reasons I want my next marathon to be on the trails. I was just kidding about the mountain lion, although that did happen to me once.
An update: I am working out details for the virtual run for Sherry. Stay tuned. If you missed it, People Magazine did an article on Sherry this past week.
Do you trail run? Which do you prefer – roads or trails? I’m not sure. I love the trails, but I also love some of my go-to road runs. Dirt back roads are another favorite for me.
What’s your favorite post-workout food? I love donuts, but my French toast rocks the house.
Do you prefer to run solo, with one other person, or in a bigger group? I like all three. There is a time and place for each.
What’s the best invention there ever was? The remote control fart machine or Charmin To Go.
PS: Check out the latest Refuel video from the finish line at the Rock ‘n Roll Las Vegas race. You would never guess from my annoying, perky voice that I was about to either puke or crap my pants.