Except maybe me, through the woods.
Today I did the Ives Run Trail Challenge (4 miles) which, after last weekend’s Dam Half Marathon (13 miles) should have felt like a cakewalk, but didn’t.
It’s weird. This is how my mind works: If I know it’s a 13 mile run, I get tired at mile 11.
If it’s a 4 miler, mile 2 becomes the beast. What’s up with that?
The highlight for me today was running (read:“scampering,” or “trotting.”) through the woods alone, like a deer: leaping over rocks, maneuvering around roots, while the forest flew by in my peripheral vision.
My breath found a rhythm: “in, out, in, out ha, ha, ha.”
Soon though, there was someone behind me, and a few people in front of me. Then I was back in The Ives Run Trail Challenge. I tried to pretend I was still that deer but it didn’t work.
What I want to do now is train by myself in the woods. Just me and my breath. Just me being a deer, or a faun, or a dryad, cavorting through the trees!