In August, I’ll be running in a 8.6 mile race called Race the Train. My husband happened to be volunteering for a swim not far from where this race will be, so I jumped at the chance to do a practice run of the course.
Hooooooo boy, is this one going to be tough.
This is what I get for all my hubris about “hills don’t bother me much.”
Basically, the first two miles are uphill at a steep incline. Like 12 percent or something crazy like that. It was a 493 foot gain in elevation. Plus they are on a dirt road that was recently washed out by the torrential rain they’ve had up here, making the footing a little uncertain. Smack in the middle of mile 3 there was a stream going through the road that wasn’t supposed to be there.
Around mile 3.5, I was wishing someone could shoot me.
Then there were the bugs that swarmed despite my bug repellant. And at mile 4, I had to poop in the woods, something not on my life’s bucket list. Good thing there was not a soul in sight.
So, not my best effort. Except I can say I know exactly what I’m getting into when I run the actual race.
Note to self: bring toilet paper on secluded runs, use more bug spray and get some trail running shoes.