Over the weekend, I went on what was probably only the second actual trail run of my life. I am so glad I got out there. You’ll rarely find me writing super cheesy stuff on here, but it was pretty sweet to get out in nature and run around like Bambi. If I have to choose between running in my neighborhood or driving a few miles to hit up a trail in the future, well, you can guess where I’ll end up.
As much as I wish I could say I had the nerve to attempt this all by myself, I definitely didn’t. Safety in numbers, y’all. Also, you can’t really back out on runs that you decide to do as a group. Always a plus. Am I not radiating happiness in this picture or what? Fine, that’s the sun.
I became so one with nature during our five-mile loop that I decided to climb a tree for some pull up action. I broke the branch and almost died. I still like the great outdoors, though, I swear.
All of this trail talk is leading up to the fact that I’ll be running my first ever ultra this weekend. Well, ultra relay. I’m still going to claim I finished a 40 mile race. Just let me have that glory. We’re actually splitting the distance up between five of us, so it won’t be bad at all. My leg is dead last and is about 7 miles. I got the easy one, but that also means I’m under pressure to not finish dead last and hours behind every other team. And, even if I do, there’s soup at the finish line so it’s all good.
Now for a few selfish questions: What do I need to do to prepare? What do I do if I get lost in the woods? Am I going to die? Is this a terrible idea? I might be a little nervous.