Why a 50k?
Last week I ran an awful trail race at Mendon Ponds Park. The same park my 50k will be at this fall. I couldn’t climb hills, I couldn’t maintain pace, I couldn’t do much of anything really.. and this was only 5 miles.
How am I going to do 31?I thought.
I bummed around , I wrote a blog, I had a few talks with a few friends. Then Sunday I went out to run a few loops at lucien Moren Park, which is by far harder than the course at Mendon Ponds Park, and somehow, someway, out on the trails found my legs again.
The first loop was with Sheila and some friends. I was more concerned with who was where, did the dog have enough to drink, hows the pacing for a “group” etc…
The second loop, I ended up out there on my own and suddenly I was flying. I was able to run the uphills, like I did a few months back, I was able to hold paces on flat spots, I was able to lose myself in the run only really waking out of it when I came to an intersection or saw something really neat.
I ran the 2nd half much faster than the first half. I climbed big ole hills, and took in some awesome views. I knew without a doubt I could have gone on and completed another 6 mile or so loop putting me at 18 or 19 miles. Thats a 3rd of the way through the 50k, and I was on much tougher turf.
The last 2 laps are going to be killer I know… once you pass mile 18 on trails, it is a lot different than mile 18 on roads.
So why do I do it? Why do I head to the trails? To the hills? To the mountains? I’m not really sure, but I have a lot in common with these folks in the video below… Listen to them talk about community, listen to them talk about the last place finisher, listen to them talk about the enjoyment, and the feeling of being alive, listen to the very last words spoken…..
If you run trails, what is one word you can use to describe it? I say “community”