I was hesitant to sign up for The Wicked Thorn trail running race especially because my track record has been one or two runs in the last few months of no farther than 5K. Not to mention, this run was 10K of trails which snaked up through the Galena Forest. A race I knew full well I would be ill prepared for after coming back from a leisure trip to the California coast.
The first section of my run was uphill and without any warmup prior to the start, I have to admit I was having serious doubts as to whether I could finish the race. How disappointed would I be to give up now and by doing so, let down my best supporter after running not even a mile? So I kept going, following the thud of other runners' shoes hitting the solid dirt. Then I came up behind a woman who was complaining to her husband about her thirst and
being dehydrated (she had been drinking the night before) and it would be nearly two miles before we would come across the first water station. Oddly
enough and aside from the whining she did for me, she was my motivation and she didn't even realize it. I told
myself things are bad for her and if she is out here doing it then so
At the water stations the volunteers offered moral support and nutrition. Their smiles and encouragement pushed me onward.
The route was an out-loop-and-back (I'd have to look at the route profile but I felt there was an equal amount of inclines and declines) but the downhills I so loved were climbs that stood between me and the finish line. Actually the run profile has 1,400+ of elevation gain over 7.3 miles (and I'm glad I didn't look beforehand or I would have chickened out LOL).
running relay team) and imagined I was him running superfast! Other times when my heart rate was through the roof, I feared that I would blow myself up and not finish the race. So I slowed down to recover and to avoid the embarrassment of being carried down in a stretcher.
Rock-N-River half marathon, I ran across the line on fire. I was ready to run all the way back home! I guess that's the runner's high we try to achieve. I couldn't help but feel a little regret for not pushing myself for fear that I couldn't finish or for not running past people over the last few downhills because I didn't want to be rude (nearly everyone was nice about giving the right away when I ran up behind them). It was nice to run with people and cheer each other on.