This weekend, I thought would be any easy weekend of running for me. Recovery running week on the schedule this week. No heavy LSD miles, 1.5 hours on Saturday and 2 hours on Sunday.
Saturday started out well. I ran with some Tri-club members and did a 9.5 mile trail run in the cold. Even with sub 30 degree weather, the parking lot was full of people.
"Misery always loves company".
As we ran I actually saw a coyote for the first time in my life. "Dang" it was big, the size of a German Shepard dog, maybe it was a wolf. But I figured I was to salty to eat, so I figured our group would be fine.
Sunday rolled along, after a week of El Nino, it finally snows for real. It's a miracle I tell you.
So our group of TRi-club members started off in sub 20 degree weather. Snow falling as we started on our way. The only thing with snow on trails, it looks great, snow on the trees, really a thing of beauty. The bad part is that it can also hide things on the trail. Yes, you guessed it, "ICE". So after 5 minutes of running, I fell hard, one minute I'm up, then one minute I go down. I get up and run a little more, now my gel flask pops out of my fuel belt, lands on the ground. Okay the trail is also a horse trail. So yeah, my gel flask happened to land somewhere where it shouldn't have. So that was kinda of disgusting and therefore killed my hydration for the run.
Okay, I'm the one training for a Trail Ultra and the trail is kicking my ASS.
So I'm counting. Three times this frick'ing trail has got me on my runs here. Masquerading the snowy ground with black "ICE". Three times I had to pick myself up. Now I'm pissed and I'm coming after you again next weekend.
Maybe this will help.
So "trail" if you are listening, please be gentle with me next time, because we have a long weekend to spend with each other the next time I see you.