It was over 60 degrees today, so I decided to try a trail run. I sped home, changed in a hurry (wished I had packed running clothes), sped over to the botanical garden, did a too quick stretch and then hit the trails.
Only it was muddy. Really muddy. I forgot that it had rained recently.
I kept running around the trails, trying to go around the mud puddles and do some fancy footwork when I did have to step in the mud. Then I got to my favorite part of the trail—the flat sandy part by the river and it was swamp. There was no trail to run on.
I think the massive rains from a few weeks ago overflowed the river onto the trail. There was only mud.
I looked at that swamp. And was grateful I had worn my oldest shoes. I then turned around and ran back the way I came.
I ran back to the start and to the hilly white trail. It was not rained out. I got 30 minutes in. Super slow, but it was still nice to run on a trail and not 30 laps around the indoor track dodging and weaving oblivious walkers.
Observations:
• Saw a deer at dusk. Said hi. Deer said not to talk to it.
• A squirrel jumped out and scared the bejeezus out of me. Seriously this happens a few times every time I run here. !
When I got home, I spent about 20 minutes cleaning my shoes before the mud could dry. I paid too much for my Asics for one mud run to ruin them. I still have some miles in them and want them to last as long as possible.
Cleaning my shoes splattered mud on my neon shirt. This mud did not come out in the wash. I'll try again.
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