Waaaaaay too much food was consumed from Wednesday to Friday, so Saturday was another long run. And as much as I wanted to run trails, the several inches of rain we got on Thursday night and Friday morning meant that wasn't going to happen. I talked Stephanie into running on the nearby Greenway, which to her dismay was flooded at one point, and apparently not everyone enjoys wading through mid-calf water when it's 45 degrees. However, in my NB 790's, I just kept moving, and my shoes drained quickly. One problem I couldn't avoid was a general feeling of "blah", along with mild asthma. Planned to cut the run short to 4.8 miles, but at the spot we needed to turn, I felt like going further, while Stephanie was having stomach issues, so she headed home. I picked up the pace at this point (we had gone 3.51 miles in 35:26, 10:06 pace), which was easy since this part was downhill or flat for most of the way back.
When I got to the Greenway exit by Stephanie's house, my Garmin had only registered 5.6 miles, not the 6.8 or so that it should have shown to make it a 7 mile run. I was still feeling good, so I decided to just keep going and make my own path home. This also meant I ran through the flooded section again, expressing derision for all those who turned around by splashing joyfully through it. When I got back to the house, I had done 7.26 miles, in 69 minutes. 10K was just under 60 minutes, and I averaged a 9:06/mile over the last 3.75.
Really felt good about this, since I chose to keep going rather than surrender to the desire to veg on the couch. And then chose to go another 1.8 miles, when I could have once again gone back to veg. And my legs still feel good, 2 days later, so hopefully my legs didn't mind 21 miles in only 3 runs this week. I know I need to start getting an actual long run in each week, it's mainly just an issue of time and location. I wanted to do 10 or more at Whitewater on Thursday, but didn't have the time. And with the wet conditions recently, when I have had the time, it's been closed. It's tough to work up the motivation to run long on the roads without company, while I have no problem running long on trails by myself. Greenways are somewhat in between, but if the recent weather trends keep up, I'll have to spend more time on them, and just learn to deal.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Thursday, 12/24
Apparently the Whitewater Center decided to tease me by finally opening on Wednesday, when I was scheduled to spend the next few days with Stephanie's family, doing Christmas/birthday things. Luckily, I managed to snag a few hours on Thursday, and got out to the USNWC for possibly the last run of the year there, with the bad weather scheduled for that night. As much as I wanted to put in a full 2 hours on the trails, I needed to get home to shower and dress for dinner at her Nana's, so I did 81 minutes and 7.4 miles. Felt pretty good throughout, packed extra layers to practice strapping them on my hydration pack and carrying extra weight. Apparently I should start wearing a bell when I'm running, as I once again scared someone on trail, simply by saying "on your left" as I was approaching. 10:57 pace was intentional, wanted to take it easy, walked one hill just to get a feel for that part of the course, planning on doing the 13 miler here in a few weeks. Also, burning a thousand calories is a good way to get ready for Christmas feasting.
Tuesday 12/22
With the Whitewater Center still closed, I was once again stuck doing Renaissance Park. Showed up early to get in some extra miles and enjoy some slightly warmer temps, only to realize that my headlamp seemed a bit dim. Maybe it was just the fading light around me, and once it was fully dark my light would seem normal? Nope! Apparently my 4-setting light is stuck on "low". Just put in new batteries, so I'm guessing it's the bulb, finally fading after a few years of service. Normally, I wouldn't really have minded. I'm usually able to run in low-light conditions, but the rain the previous Friday was still apparent, as the trails were quite muddy. Okay, maybe the USNWC had a reason to be closed. Decided to run down the gravel road, and then back up it, for a little hill work, and then through the far parking lot, before heading back on the trails. Only .8 miles, but the light was so dim I gave up, made my way to the actual road and just ran back on it. Thus, I found myself standing in the parking lot by my car, 34:11 and 3.24 miles after I started. I had averaged a 10:32 mile in that time.
Went inside the offices to warm up a little, and came out to find Tasty in the parking lot. We talked, I told her that I wasn't going on the trails with no light in the mud, so she was on her own. However, a newbie showed up, and since he lives north of town, he was set on running, no matter the trail conditions, temperature or company. And so Tasty decided to run too. They headed onto the trails, and I debated what to do. Since I hadn't heard back about my dinner plans, I decided to run some more in the parking lot. 30 minutes later, I had done another 3.1 miles, apparently at a 9:44 pace. not exactly speedy, but hey, I managed to get 6.34 miles and 63 minutes out of a night when I could have stopped instantly due to the dead light. Felt decent, just cold, and Tasty and I met a new, fast runner who likes trails, so maybe we'll introduce him to the dark side of running
Went inside the offices to warm up a little, and came out to find Tasty in the parking lot. We talked, I told her that I wasn't going on the trails with no light in the mud, so she was on her own. However, a newbie showed up, and since he lives north of town, he was set on running, no matter the trail conditions, temperature or company. And so Tasty decided to run too. They headed onto the trails, and I debated what to do. Since I hadn't heard back about my dinner plans, I decided to run some more in the parking lot. 30 minutes later, I had done another 3.1 miles, apparently at a 9:44 pace. not exactly speedy, but hey, I managed to get 6.34 miles and 63 minutes out of a night when I could have stopped instantly due to the dead light. Felt decent, just cold, and Tasty and I met a new, fast runner who likes trails, so maybe we'll introduce him to the dark side of running
Monday, December 14, 2009
Shoez
Like more and more runners these days, I've gotten into the minimalist style of running. It's been tough, especially since I was so excited when I got my lighter shoes that I overdid it at first. I still have a nagging ache on the top of my right arch, especially noticeable when driving. Oddly, I never feel it when running. I suspect it's from the new shoes and mid-foot running transition. On Thursday, I ran 6 road miles, 2 before the group run, in my New Balance 790s, then 4 with everyone else, in my old Mizunos. I feel a difference with the New Balances, they're just so light and make me feel powerful. That seems to be reflected in my splits. I'm still not good about warming up and pacing, so my first mile was a 7:45 pace. I dialed it back for the second mile, mixing walks in at this point and going back up hill, so overall it was a 9:15 pace for 2 miles. Switched into the more conventional shoes, though since I've had them for a year they're definitely not as cushioned anymore. And my first mile was an 8:35. I don't think I was trying to go slower, and I usually run faster with a group, plus this involved a .75 mile downhill run! However, over the course of the run, I began to feel last Saturday more in my legs. I didn't think it would still be with me, but I guess that degree of trail racing, combined with another 4.5 miles of road running had kicked the ass of my quads a bit. Thus, it's hard to make an exact comparison between shoes, though my feet and legs felt great while hashing this Saturday.
On that note, I'm a sucker for the Sing-Off. I've known about the Bubs since 2002, and am a fan of acappella in general, so I can't help but like it! It's kinda weird that they've already apparently filmed everything except the finale, and don't tell me it's the "hottest show in America" during the previews for night 2, plus the constant "they're doing it without instruments!!!!" gets annoying after a while, but I can't help but enjoy the harmonies and choreography. Where are the Waiters or Last Call?!?!?!!?!?!
On that note, I'm a sucker for the Sing-Off. I've known about the Bubs since 2002, and am a fan of acappella in general, so I can't help but like it! It's kinda weird that they've already apparently filmed everything except the finale, and don't tell me it's the "hottest show in America" during the previews for night 2, plus the constant "they're doing it without instruments!!!!" gets annoying after a while, but I can't help but enjoy the harmonies and choreography. Where are the Waiters or Last Call?!?!?!!?!?!
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Moping
For some reason, it seems like every time our Tuesday trail run is scheduled for the US National Whitewater Center, it rains. Which shuts the trails down. Which I hate, because the USNWC is my favorite place to run around here. 14 miles of trails, beginner to highly technical mountain biking, so a runner can pick and choose a longer, flatter run or a run with more climbs. As I continue training for my trail marathons and ultra(s?) in 2010, I'll definitely be wearing the hell out of those trails. Plus, at $40 for a year-long pass, it's a great deal. Assuming it doesn't rain every time I want to run there.
Of course, running on wet trails is a necessary skill, so a place like Renaissance Park, which simply asks that you don't use the trails for 24 hours after rain, is great. I only feel slightly dickish for violating those rules, mainly because it's for bikes more than runners, since they can skid and slide more than we do. Unless it's seriously muddy, in which case the trails are screwed no matter what. 7 miles of trails, not as fun, which I know is because of the terrain, not the design of the trails. There's only so much you can do with a forest, especially when you have no budget. God bless the volunteers. Not the Tennessee ones, they suck.
And so I did a little 4.5 mile run on the wet trails at Renaissance today. Legs weren't feeling stellar, so I cut it shorter than I had planned, but with temps in the 60's, how could I not run? Slipped and fell at the very end, if it wasn't for the high temperatures, I wouldn't have been out there, but I'm still glad I did it. Never regretting a run you did, and all that jazz. On that note, how is that the home of Broadway ruled against gay marriage?
Of course, running on wet trails is a necessary skill, so a place like Renaissance Park, which simply asks that you don't use the trails for 24 hours after rain, is great. I only feel slightly dickish for violating those rules, mainly because it's for bikes more than runners, since they can skid and slide more than we do. Unless it's seriously muddy, in which case the trails are screwed no matter what. 7 miles of trails, not as fun, which I know is because of the terrain, not the design of the trails. There's only so much you can do with a forest, especially when you have no budget. God bless the volunteers. Not the Tennessee ones, they suck.
And so I did a little 4.5 mile run on the wet trails at Renaissance today. Legs weren't feeling stellar, so I cut it shorter than I had planned, but with temps in the 60's, how could I not run? Slipped and fell at the very end, if it wasn't for the high temperatures, I wouldn't have been out there, but I'm still glad I did it. Never regretting a run you did, and all that jazz. On that note, how is that the home of Broadway ruled against gay marriage?
Monday, December 7, 2009
Baby's First Run Recap
As I've begun to immerse myself in the field of ultrarunning, I've enjoyed reading the write-ups of various runners, of various abilities, of various skill levels. While it's great when you can "get inside the head" of a 100-miler winner, it's also interesting to read what a "back of the pack" finisher took away from the experience. Because that's what this really is. A 5K is an event. 3 miles, completed in as little as 15 minutes. Sitcoms take more time than that. I can do one in 26 minutes, probably. A 10K doubles the mileage, doubles the time, but can you really learn anything about yourself in 60 minutes? True, there's the "twists ankle, finds the inner strength to go the last 2 miles" story, but it's still just 6 miles. When you get up to the level of a marathon, you're more committed. 2 hours for the best, 4 hours is still good, and there's nothing wrong with 6 hours. You can get a lot done in 6 hours. Soul searching, hitting the proverbial wall, etc. But you can also just power up your iPod and lose yourself in the music.
Yet ultras seem to be a different monster all together. A champion might finish in 15 hours, or possibly 24, for a truly grueling one. And while an iPod can also last that long, can you really run 24 hours sustained solely by music? Or can a trip that long teach you something about yourself. Help you find a new purpose, or redefine what you want to do with your life. One of the biggest differences I've noticed is the discussion of aid stations. The volunteers there, the different foods offered, the struggle to keep going. Most of the time, they're not running through, downing a water or Gatorade on the fly. They've covered 30, 40, 50 miles, and may be wondering why they should keep going. Sitting down to change shoes, and enjoying the resting sensation.
And I want to experience that. To reach that point, and see what I find within myself. Sure, a marathon is a good place to start, to be moving for (ideally) 4 hours or so. So we'll start with shorter races, and build up.
Saturday was a "shorter" race. 7 miles. Some chose to do the loop again, and hit 14 miles. 360 did the 7, 135 did 14, according to the results. The race caps at 750, and apparently usually hits that mark, but the cold and wet conditions may have kept some people away, since only 495 completed the course (maybe others started but didn't finish?) As a starter for my "running rebirth" I couldn't have picked a better race. Nor could it have started in a worse way. While standing in line for the port-a-potty, I suddenly realized I had left my bib in my car. I had my timing chip on my shoe, so I wasn't worried about not getting an official finish, but I really wanted pictures of this. And without a bib number, it's hard to search for yourself. Man, I really hope the event photographers let you search for bib numbers. Because there was less than 5 minutes before the start, and I had to run a good .4 miles there, and then back, to get my bib and start the race. Added nearly a mile, and I didn't even make it in time. I ran past the pack on my way to the start, only to discover there was no starting mat, so I, and a few others, just started back down the road toward the tail end of the pack.
I quickly made up ground, and was pleased with how well my legs felt. I was trying to avoid overdoing it so early, since we were on the roads at this point. The switch to trails was the first hold up, since it was a narrow gap in the brush, so I got a brief respite. A lot of people seemed surprised/dismayed by the mud. True, you don't sign up to slog through mud constantly for 7 miles, but it's a trail race, and we just had rain. Rain + trail = mud. It's a simple equation. Thus, I was able to pass a bunch of people, as they were trying to go around the mud rather than just splashing through it. This was a theme for the remainder of the race. I didn't see many people other than myself actually choosing to run through the mud, which slowed them down and gave me open paths and quicker running.
While I'm no speedster, I'm hardly a back of the pack runner in events like this, so I was glad I had found a way to keep moving and fall in with people who were more my speed. That being said, my time definitely suffered from starting at the very back. I'm not saying I would have won any awards, but I would have been several minutes quicker, possibly even breaking 60 minutes, had I not been dodging people so often and early. It's one thing to do it on roads, but on trails, you can't just pass someone whenever you feel like it. You have to wait for an opening, or for them to find a spot to move over. This also may have helped me to keep my legs fresh, because I couldn't overclock.
Early on, I started to appreciate just how awesome my New Balance MT100's are. I hate to sound like a paid reviewer, but they definitely gave me an edge. With a lot of hills, both up and down, many of which were slick with mud, I never lost my footing. On uphills, I could power through and not worry about my feet slipping back and fall on my face. And on downhills, their braking system in the heels meant I kept my speed up, skipping across rocks, roots and mud without fail, unlike many of the other racers. And with how lightweight they are, plus how quickly they shed water (many streams were stepped through), my feet were never weighed down. I didn't really have time to examine the shoes of anyone else, but from the number of them that seemed concerned about getting their shoes wet, I'm thinking that a lot of people weren't wearing trail shoes. Yes, the water was cold, but if you kept moving, you weren't going to catch frostbite or anything. So I jumped through puddles and streams with glee, taken a certain amount of joy in abusing my shoes, because I knew they could take it.
Anywho, this trail was a muddy mess. I'd hate to be the ones who have to clean it up, because the mud was everywhere. I wish I had pictures of the awesomeness, but those pesky water crossings would clean my lower legs back up.
I'll try to find pictures of Marcus's legs later, as they looked like he had bathed in the mud, but my own legs will have to do for now.
My mind is still jumping all over the place from this run, wanting to share everything at once, which I think speaks to how joyful I felt during this experience. I found a certain perverse joy in this playing in the mud, jumping into mud puddles, flying down hills, for 7 straight miles. I think hashing helped prepare me for this, because I've definitely run in worse conditions, without helpful trail markers. I had a goofy grin on my face for most of it, which kept me positive and upbeat, instead of thinking about how much further we had to go. In fact, I really didn't pay attention to the distance until we were 4 miles in. 3 miles left, how hard could that be?
As for my mile splits, it's kinda hard to determine. My Garmin tells me that I did 6.66 miles, which can be blamed on GPS coverage, confirmed by others also have 6.6-6.7, instead of 7. But going by my watch, the first mile was 11:19, which sounds right, because of the waiting at several spots. Mile 2 was 11:05, more waiting. Mile 3 was 10:11, getting faster. Mile 4 was 11:26, possibly because I took a breather with a slower pack, before powering back ahead, with Mile 5 in 9:25, and Mile 6 at 9:47. Technically, Mile 7 was in 6:13, because that's when I finished, and while I sped up at the very end, it wasn't that fast. Mainly because I thought I still had 4/10 of a mile to go, instead of rounding the corner and seeing the finish line. My pace was a 9:47, with only a couple walk breaks, never lasting more than a minute, but the lines for several bridges and hills definitely held me up. I'm envious of the 14 mile winner, who not only ran both 7 mile loops fast enough to win the shorter race with either one, he finished 11 minutes ahead of 2nd place. I saw him finish, and didn't even realize it, because I only beat him by 20 minutes. Twice the distance, and he's 20 minutes behind me. Wow.
Not that I'm in any way disappointed with this race. I'm really pleased with my effort, especially since my last 10K was 5 seconds slower. I go another .8 miles, in much worse conditions, and I'm 5 seconds faster. I've put in a lot of training, long trails, longer roads, hills, speed, and I'm started to see results. One of the most telling factors, other than my jogging to my car after the race, is that I then did a 4.5 mile hash 2 hours later, on roads, and had an 11:00/mile pace. Not speedy, by any means, and I wore trail shoes rather than road shoes, but I still ran decently well, and when you're hitting most checks as the first runner, you get slowed down by the searching. All told, I did nearly 13 miles on Saturday, between warm ups, the race, and the hash, and while my legs are definitely feeling it, it's hardly unbearable. Also, since I'll say I started at the very back of the pack, I passed 251 runners in the 7 mile race, and 54 in the 14 mile race. 304 runners. That's a lot of passing, especially since I never got passed. Well, never got passed and didn't pass them back.
I'm also quite appreciative for the Race Director, and all of the volunteers that helped with parking, aid stations, registration, after race food, timing, etc. I'm honestly surprised that they held the race, considering how bad the conditions were, since the trails will be beat-up for a while. Assuming the park service doesn't get pissed off and ban the race from coming back, they're champs for letting us have the event here. The trails are a lot of fun, a great mix of hills and flat areas. The parking was a nightmare, because we couldn't really park off the road because of the mud, so the street became a one-lane road, but I made it out of there with no problem.
I'll have to keep looking out for trail races in the area, and ask other locals if they know of any coming up, as I'd like to do at least one more trail race (at least 10K) before March and the Umstead Marathon.
Yet ultras seem to be a different monster all together. A champion might finish in 15 hours, or possibly 24, for a truly grueling one. And while an iPod can also last that long, can you really run 24 hours sustained solely by music? Or can a trip that long teach you something about yourself. Help you find a new purpose, or redefine what you want to do with your life. One of the biggest differences I've noticed is the discussion of aid stations. The volunteers there, the different foods offered, the struggle to keep going. Most of the time, they're not running through, downing a water or Gatorade on the fly. They've covered 30, 40, 50 miles, and may be wondering why they should keep going. Sitting down to change shoes, and enjoying the resting sensation.
And I want to experience that. To reach that point, and see what I find within myself. Sure, a marathon is a good place to start, to be moving for (ideally) 4 hours or so. So we'll start with shorter races, and build up.
Saturday was a "shorter" race. 7 miles. Some chose to do the loop again, and hit 14 miles. 360 did the 7, 135 did 14, according to the results. The race caps at 750, and apparently usually hits that mark, but the cold and wet conditions may have kept some people away, since only 495 completed the course (maybe others started but didn't finish?) As a starter for my "running rebirth" I couldn't have picked a better race. Nor could it have started in a worse way. While standing in line for the port-a-potty, I suddenly realized I had left my bib in my car. I had my timing chip on my shoe, so I wasn't worried about not getting an official finish, but I really wanted pictures of this. And without a bib number, it's hard to search for yourself. Man, I really hope the event photographers let you search for bib numbers. Because there was less than 5 minutes before the start, and I had to run a good .4 miles there, and then back, to get my bib and start the race. Added nearly a mile, and I didn't even make it in time. I ran past the pack on my way to the start, only to discover there was no starting mat, so I, and a few others, just started back down the road toward the tail end of the pack.
I quickly made up ground, and was pleased with how well my legs felt. I was trying to avoid overdoing it so early, since we were on the roads at this point. The switch to trails was the first hold up, since it was a narrow gap in the brush, so I got a brief respite. A lot of people seemed surprised/dismayed by the mud. True, you don't sign up to slog through mud constantly for 7 miles, but it's a trail race, and we just had rain. Rain + trail = mud. It's a simple equation. Thus, I was able to pass a bunch of people, as they were trying to go around the mud rather than just splashing through it. This was a theme for the remainder of the race. I didn't see many people other than myself actually choosing to run through the mud, which slowed them down and gave me open paths and quicker running.
While I'm no speedster, I'm hardly a back of the pack runner in events like this, so I was glad I had found a way to keep moving and fall in with people who were more my speed. That being said, my time definitely suffered from starting at the very back. I'm not saying I would have won any awards, but I would have been several minutes quicker, possibly even breaking 60 minutes, had I not been dodging people so often and early. It's one thing to do it on roads, but on trails, you can't just pass someone whenever you feel like it. You have to wait for an opening, or for them to find a spot to move over. This also may have helped me to keep my legs fresh, because I couldn't overclock.
Early on, I started to appreciate just how awesome my New Balance MT100's are. I hate to sound like a paid reviewer, but they definitely gave me an edge. With a lot of hills, both up and down, many of which were slick with mud, I never lost my footing. On uphills, I could power through and not worry about my feet slipping back and fall on my face. And on downhills, their braking system in the heels meant I kept my speed up, skipping across rocks, roots and mud without fail, unlike many of the other racers. And with how lightweight they are, plus how quickly they shed water (many streams were stepped through), my feet were never weighed down. I didn't really have time to examine the shoes of anyone else, but from the number of them that seemed concerned about getting their shoes wet, I'm thinking that a lot of people weren't wearing trail shoes. Yes, the water was cold, but if you kept moving, you weren't going to catch frostbite or anything. So I jumped through puddles and streams with glee, taken a certain amount of joy in abusing my shoes, because I knew they could take it.
Anywho, this trail was a muddy mess. I'd hate to be the ones who have to clean it up, because the mud was everywhere. I wish I had pictures of the awesomeness, but those pesky water crossings would clean my lower legs back up.
I'll try to find pictures of Marcus's legs later, as they looked like he had bathed in the mud, but my own legs will have to do for now.
My mind is still jumping all over the place from this run, wanting to share everything at once, which I think speaks to how joyful I felt during this experience. I found a certain perverse joy in this playing in the mud, jumping into mud puddles, flying down hills, for 7 straight miles. I think hashing helped prepare me for this, because I've definitely run in worse conditions, without helpful trail markers. I had a goofy grin on my face for most of it, which kept me positive and upbeat, instead of thinking about how much further we had to go. In fact, I really didn't pay attention to the distance until we were 4 miles in. 3 miles left, how hard could that be?
As for my mile splits, it's kinda hard to determine. My Garmin tells me that I did 6.66 miles, which can be blamed on GPS coverage, confirmed by others also have 6.6-6.7, instead of 7. But going by my watch, the first mile was 11:19, which sounds right, because of the waiting at several spots. Mile 2 was 11:05, more waiting. Mile 3 was 10:11, getting faster. Mile 4 was 11:26, possibly because I took a breather with a slower pack, before powering back ahead, with Mile 5 in 9:25, and Mile 6 at 9:47. Technically, Mile 7 was in 6:13, because that's when I finished, and while I sped up at the very end, it wasn't that fast. Mainly because I thought I still had 4/10 of a mile to go, instead of rounding the corner and seeing the finish line. My pace was a 9:47, with only a couple walk breaks, never lasting more than a minute, but the lines for several bridges and hills definitely held me up. I'm envious of the 14 mile winner, who not only ran both 7 mile loops fast enough to win the shorter race with either one, he finished 11 minutes ahead of 2nd place. I saw him finish, and didn't even realize it, because I only beat him by 20 minutes. Twice the distance, and he's 20 minutes behind me. Wow.
Not that I'm in any way disappointed with this race. I'm really pleased with my effort, especially since my last 10K was 5 seconds slower. I go another .8 miles, in much worse conditions, and I'm 5 seconds faster. I've put in a lot of training, long trails, longer roads, hills, speed, and I'm started to see results. One of the most telling factors, other than my jogging to my car after the race, is that I then did a 4.5 mile hash 2 hours later, on roads, and had an 11:00/mile pace. Not speedy, by any means, and I wore trail shoes rather than road shoes, but I still ran decently well, and when you're hitting most checks as the first runner, you get slowed down by the searching. All told, I did nearly 13 miles on Saturday, between warm ups, the race, and the hash, and while my legs are definitely feeling it, it's hardly unbearable. Also, since I'll say I started at the very back of the pack, I passed 251 runners in the 7 mile race, and 54 in the 14 mile race. 304 runners. That's a lot of passing, especially since I never got passed. Well, never got passed and didn't pass them back.
I'm also quite appreciative for the Race Director, and all of the volunteers that helped with parking, aid stations, registration, after race food, timing, etc. I'm honestly surprised that they held the race, considering how bad the conditions were, since the trails will be beat-up for a while. Assuming the park service doesn't get pissed off and ban the race from coming back, they're champs for letting us have the event here. The trails are a lot of fun, a great mix of hills and flat areas. The parking was a nightmare, because we couldn't really park off the road because of the mud, so the street became a one-lane road, but I made it out of there with no problem.
I'll have to keep looking out for trail races in the area, and ask other locals if they know of any coming up, as I'd like to do at least one more trail race (at least 10K) before March and the Umstead Marathon.
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