With one week until my big trail run, I slipped on my Treks for a nice long trail run. My original goal was 16 miles (8 up, 8 down). But that plan was due to change when beautiful weather, coupled by a late start, forced me to park a mile outside of the open space.
At least that was the plan. What ended up happening was a little different. Instead of turning back where I knew was the 14 mile turn around, I waited for Ms. G to signal that I had gone far enough.
Unfortunately, Ms. G kept spacing out (losing signal). I could hear here beeping as she would come to — REPEATEDLY!
Before I knew it, I was so close to the power pole at the top that turning back before setting eyes on it would pretty much be a crime. You simply can’t go that far and not continue on. Besides, Ms. G never did give that signal to turn back.
Unfortunately, the toll of pushing 17-18 miles hit before I’d reached my car. My right ankle started hurting on the steeper segment of the descent and, with about 3 miles left to go, I began walking. It was hot and I’d run out of fuel. My body was feeling worn out and I was afraid to keep running for fear I’d push so far that I wouldn’t be recovered by my event.
After a few minutes, however, I did resume my now shuffle-like running. I filled up my hydration pack and was able to run-walk the remainder of the way to my car.
Although my event has far steeper ascents and descents, and is more technical in much of the course, doing this training run gives me the confidence I need to toe the line. Wish me luck.