I purchased a new pair of running shoes over the weekend, and yesterday was the day for their debut run. The weather was so beautiful that I decided not to waste my run on a treadmill, or even the neighborhood roads–I drove to a local park to enjoy the trails.
The weather was so beautiful, in fact (70 degrees and sunny,) that I blocked out the memory of all the rain we’d received the day before. A few hours of sunshine aren’t enough to dry a day’s worth of mud, as I soon discovered.
The trail started out nice enough–shade, soft surface, roots and logs to hurdle–but soon those logs became bridges over mud puddles.
Thankfully, I had a fair amount of success keeping the shoes clean, with the exception of a few mud splatters.
I love being in the woods, mud and all. It reminds me of my childhood, when our house backed up to some fantastic woods. Every chance we had we’d play there with all the kids on our street, building forts, jumping over creeks, attempting to catch tadpoles with “fishing rods” made from sticks and long grass. Every section of our woods was named too: Skull Fort, the Lagoon, Nazi Crossing (there was a swastika spray-painted on a tree and what we swore was a grave nearby. It was unwise to visit that area alone. ) When the neighborhood on the other side of the woods began to expand, we would rip the neon orange ribbons off the trees, certain this would sufficiently confuse the builders, and we could keep our woods. <Sigh>
All that to say, I love being in the woods. Sitting, running, hiking…it’s all very therapeutic, I think.
My less-new, now broken-in shoes agree. 🙂
Are you a fan of trail runs, or do you prefer to stay on the roads?