I don’t have any running pics from this weekend, so here’s one of us at the orchard. Apple pigs!
Saturday was 26.2 at Afton State Park with some UMTR folks. I was toasted by the end.
Sunday was 15 at Pounders, flatter and doable. That made 41 for the weekend, my farthest for 48 hours. Still, gotta do 50 in one day in a little over a month. Sheesh, seems kind of far… o.O
With two miles left on Sunday I came across Elmer. 85 years old, a few miles from his hotel, and heading the wrong way! His two hour nature stroll was at that point 3.5, with over 2.5 miles back to his hotel. “So, turn around, take a left under the bridge, at the other end cross under the bridge, then back over to the original side, and climb up the trail to 494. Then it’s another two miles to your hotel”… That, and he had no water! So I give him one of my water bottles and walked him in to Mendota and drove him to his hotel. A Korea vet from Virginia — nice guy, and it felt good to help. Sometimes it even feels like a gift to get an opportunity to help someone else, especially since my lone runs have included a lot of meditation and thought on the sport of ultrarunning, and how selfish and weird it seems sometimes. We seek out pain, exhaustion and to find out just what’s going to go off the rails at some point. We eat sugar out of plastic and foil packets when other people can’t get enough to eat at all. We have all this equipment to help and quantify what should be the simplest of all activities. It’s a little weird, extravagant and conspicuous. But what the hell, I can’t stop. I guess I should be thankful instead of guilty!
Random week things:
The first homebrew in a few years has matured into a tasty beast! Anise and orange, but crisp and refreshing. It’s a great beer for fall running.
Veg corn dogs for the picky dude.
National Wildlife Refuge in Bloomington. Actually a bit underwhelming, but okay. We got chiggers or something from the mud. Merp.
Ran at Harmon Park Reserve MTB trails a few times at night lately with a new, brighter headlamp — so much fun! Running is just fun again, finally. Sleep and cooler weather help do much. Without trying last weekend, on the flat Pounders trail, I got my fastest 10k and half times since I bought my watch in April. What??? Still not fast, but not bad for not pushing it.
Saturday, 21 miles at Murphy Hanrehan. Made new friends from the group, lots of talk and laughter. Pace was very chill, the temp was too, and I felt fantastic throughout.
Yesterday was 15 at Pounders, across the river and back north to the nature sanctuary-thingie, over the 494 bridge, under it back to the Pounders trail. The Pig’s PB distance!
Fair again. Running. Kindergarten tomorrow for the big wee man, senior high for the professional eye-roller!
Pff. Not updating much. I love the trails, but the repeating details blend into meaninglessness. Like so many things, the experiences are both singular and banal. I’ve been very philosophical during my runs of late, but it’s fairly dark stuff. That’s why I love my group runs — I can listen to other peoples’ brains instead of my own.
134 miles of trails in August, a record for me. Everyone’s up to Duluth next weekend for the Superior 50/100. But not me. Alas, next year. Good luck, friends! May all racers finish, smiling and injury-free.
Last year’s State Fair corn dog, and this year’s. Last year his head almost exploded because he loves them but he’s allergic to all sorts of stuff, but we let him have one at the fair. In the past year I’ve been making him GF, dairy-free vegan corn dogs that he really likes, but the Fair dogs are still the champs!
Also, don’t move or the butterflies will fly away….
And deep-fried food may have made the next morning’s 25 miles a bit less enjoyable.
Saturday morning was 25 at Willow River State Park. The nice thing about 25 miles is that you get to check out every book and cranny! I felt like crap in the beginning, and for the last 7 or so, but they’re in the books. I missed the group run because I got there early, put in some bonus miles and got turned around. It would have been much better running with my peeps!
Falling way behind on ze tumblr, ja! 12 flat trail miles at Pounders. Weather is cooler, and it’s shocking how much easier it is to run when it’s not soupy! That made 37 for the (extended) weekend, so that’s good. Two months til the 50!
The battle against nipple chafing just got serious.
Found a new park of singletrack in Inver Grove Heights that I can run to and around in the space of an oil change! Nice trails, but the math on the mileage looks a little off…