Blogging about cross training is boring.
BUT. I finally got to run again today! Hallelujah. I decided to go up Green Canyon because I haven't in a while and it's been pretty warm so I figured it wouldn't be too muddy or snowy.
I have never been more wrong.
The first mile was okay, but the entire rest of it was completely covered in mud and snow. The way out was a slow, slippery, uphill trudge. These bikers and I kept passing each other and they cheered for me and gave me a high-five. So that was cool I guess. Then I turned around and the real trouble began. Green Canyon is all uphill one way and all downhill the other. So, on the way back, I was flying. It was sort of uncontrollable, really. I was just zooming. And every other step I took, I'd slip and slide (and ride that rhythm). I had a few close calls, but I was doing all right until I got just about to the bottom of the canyon and had to swing around a corner through a gate. Splat. I went sprawling on my hands, knees, and face. Mud everywhere. I sort of sat up, checking to make sure my body was still working properly, when I heard someone call out something. I looked up, and there was a biker and his dog on the lower trail, staring up at me and kind of laughing (both of them. That dog was annoyingly smug. He had four feet though, so staying upright isn't exactly a challenge for him). I got up in a flash and flew through the gate and the rest of the way down the trail. I had no interest in sticking around for sympathy/further humiliation. When I got back to my car, I then sat down and checked out my knees (skinned right through my new tights, but otherwise intact) and hands (surprisingly uninjured, despite how hard I fell on them. Just covered in mud). The rest of me was fine, just embarrassingly dirty.
And that's the story of the first time I went running after cross-training for two weeks.
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