Three of us had a nice, steamy trail run last night (after dark), on the BuRP trails. The level of the Blue River was up for our water crossings, and the spiders were still trying to catch a runner or two in their webs. James Barker got his glasses torn off of his face by a spider web, while Kyle Amos almost stepped on a recently-deceased beaver, and I fell down and got real muddy. In short, we had a blast! The score: No ticks, 42 ruined spider webs, 42 pissed-off spiders, 2 bruises, 3 sweat-soaked runners, 3-pairs of muddy shoes, and 1 muddy car seat.
We've been running at the BuRP (aka Minor Park) location for the last 2 Thursday nights, instead of the SMP location. This is due to the current tick situation at SMP. Ticks are non-existent at BuRP, so far this year. Come and join us for a fun after-dark run, sometime. Remember to bring a flashlight and/or headlamp.
I find ways to enjoy life as much as I can. Also, life's too short to treat people poorly.
I'm into long runs in the park, consuming salt, popping blisters,
eating roadkill & tree bark, and burying whiners in shallow, unmarked
graves. I also enjoy designing trail race courses that would make the
Marquis de Sade blush.
A fun time for me would include banging muddy shoes together, setting
broken bones with a machinist's vise, and duct-taping-down any part of my
body that is bleeding or just flopping-about uselessly.
What helps me to be an active trailrunner and grandpa?
1) Daily sponge baths with bovine stem cells;
2) Copious amounts of delicious & nutritious homebrewed beer; and
3) My secret elixir...Bicarbonate of Figleaf.