Six of us showed up at WyCo Park for a trail run, last night. It had rained 1-inch the day before, so we knew we were in for a muddy run in a few spots on the trail. We were right. I was leading, and on some of the steeper uphills, there was a rooster-tail of mud coming off of my shoes. Poor Kyle was right behind me and taking it in the face. (I actually got some mud on the top of my own head).
We finished one 5-mile loop and decided not to go out for another. We ran about a 1-1/2 mile loop on the pavement by the marina to finish our run, and to clean/stomp some of the mud off of our shoes. At least pavement is good for something!
I drove home wearing sandals and sitting on a 55-gallon garbage bag. I was so muddy that I had to undress in the shower. I love playing in the mud!!!
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.