It’s that time of year…. I’m starting to itch for spring. Mother Nature’s cruel sense of humor gently pushed cabin fever over the edge with a few nice days before dipping back down in the 20s. But those few days were glorious. And now it’s all over. I want out. I want later sunsets and dirt trails. I want friends exhausted and dirty enjoying a beer and laughter after a long ride.
I ran my first race of the season on Saturday. It was a glorious 40 degree start. No base layers needed. But the ground hadn’t had a chance to catch up. The trail was ice. Not a bit of ice, or a patch of ice… nope. a simple slip and slide of doom (and if you’re brave enough to click, that video made it look good). I opted for the 5k, instead of the 10k because a) I’m a big baby, and it was icy, b) because after injuring myself last year on a run and spending months off my mountain bike, I’m not about to let any run do that again. Overall, it was a run. I finished slower than I was hoping for with good conditions, but much better than I was expecting given the ice.
I followed up the run with a nice recovery run and some rock climbing with friends on Sunday… No seriously, I don’t even know me any more… And I kind of like it.
(not only am I not in this image, it’s not even from last weekend… the internet is full of lies)