This weekend was a bit intense. In a good way.
Trail running is amazing. And. I am immensely thankful for being introduced to it. Puddle jumping and getting muddy while running? Count this girl in! I, however, have a lovely left shin that is none too happy with my running more than 20 miles in three days' time. (Perhaps I'm a glutton for punishment?)
Friday, I discovered an extension to an existing park trail near my house. Not entirely sure of how far I wanted to run that day, I went at a leisurely 9:15/mile pace. Unfortunately for my olfactory glands though, I had to cross paths with a main road and fast food restaurants. My nose engulfed in diesel exhaust fumes and the overwhelming smell of grease, I unfortunately lost my lunch. I could not get home fast enough to brush my teeth. Friday's run totaled 5.05 miles at an average pace of 9:13/mile. My small mishap aside.
Saturday, I acquired myself a badass running partner (I love you, Lexi! You're a badass running partner too. I'm sorry our schedules haven't been able to mesh. Sad face.). He was so kind as to even map out our run in Forest Park (the white squiggly line):
It looks like a pretty little run, doesn't it? All squiggly and so much green surroudning. 7.92 miles. I glanced briefly at it before putting on my running shoes. Yes, that's quite a distance, but I'm ready to kick this trails rear end. -Hey, guess what? It was all uphill. Did I mention this running partner of mine is a sadist and a marathon runner? This route didn't even phase him. By Firelane 2 at the end (by far the most loathsome hill in existence), I was dying. My legs were about to fall off, my lungs were collapsing in on themselves and all I could think about was how splendid a cupcake would be right about then...
But I survived. And then did it again on Sunday. (Who am I?!)
Sunday's run took us to Silver Falls State Park. We did the Trail of Ten Falls and the Rim Trail.
This trail map is mediocre at best. Sorry, everyone.
I cannot even come close to describing the beauty of Oregon forests in the autumn.
The weather couldn't have been better either. A perfect 20 degrees C. According to the interwebs, the trail is 8.7 miles long. I tried using my Nike Running app on my phone with just the GPS, as there was not any cell reception. It tried to tell me that I ran something like 14 miles with an average of a 6:46/mile. I'm a rockstar, but I'm no Steve Prefontaine. Come on, now.
I will admit, I wasn't the most dedicated runner on Sunday. There were many photo ops along the way that could not be ignored. That's my defense. Many miles and a steak dinner later, I was exhausted from my weekend but unwilling to admit it.
This brings me to Monday.
I have 3 new best friends.
Compression socks. Ice. Ibuprofen. There's not much else to say.
Both my left shin and hip are a little unhappy at the moment. I took today off and did some low-impact strength training. All for the love of running, right? Or maybe it's love of cupcakes...