Trail Running Part II

 

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I might be slowly converting into a trail runner… crazy, right?  First, let me just say that meeting up and joining a local running club is one of the best decisions you’ll ever make. As outgoing of a person that I am, I’m generally pretty shy and it takes a lot for me to “bite the bullet” and take the plunge.  I’ve been following a local running club for months now on Facebook, and after a push from a friend, I decided to join them on a weekly meetup about a month ago.  I’ve been running with them ever since and the experience has been nothing but rewarding.  So do yourself a favor and find a local running club and JOIN!

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Death March – Trail Running, an Experience

Yes, you read that right. Death March is a Half-Marathon(ish) trail run through some dense woods along some gnarly hills and yet contains some of the most awesome views.  I was lured out to this adventure by my close friend and his girlfriend (now fiance) – two amazingly talented runners that for some reason enjoy this punishing trail of death.

Actually, I think they love bringing newbs like myself out to the trail and take sheer pleasure in watching us beginners try to navigate the obstacles a the while trying to keep a modest pace.

Regardless, I hated my life, but somehow enjoyed every minute of it.

The trail system is a unique trek along the Susquehanna River, that yields some pretty impressive views that require an equal amount of effort (if not more) to obtain.  The first 5 miles is a winding wooded trail system that has you traversing narrow passing, hoping over little creeks and crossing the same road a few times to screw up your internal compass.  I’ll admit the beginning was fast paced, if you would consider an average 14 min/mile fast, and my heart rate was elevated to match my level of excitement, fear, and wonder.

The views from mile 5 or 6 or something near there- give me a break I was experiencing Runner’s High

After the wooded trails you enter the thick of the woods that run parallel to the river.  It was here that I truly experienced some hardcore trails – consider this more of a spirited walk with extra pep. My heart rate at this point leveled off a little, mostly because the small snack break we took helped me calm down, and the sights we took in reminded me to enjoy the moment. It was also in this moment that I really felt like we were alone – the trail system runs along elevations that no one dare to domesticate.

I met the three sisters, the “mountains” we would spend the bulk of our mileage trying to conquer. First off, these sisters are jerks, it was at this point where I really started to hate my life and my choice to tag along.  We stopped at one of the sisters where I filled out a log book, cursing my friend and everyone on the trail that day for coning my into coming along.  During the stop, I paused my Garmin – only to forget to restart it about 3/4 of a mile from our brief resting post.

Hot Dog Hallow- a questionable Duck Blind in the middle of God-knows-where

It wasn’t until we crested the final hill and saw our escort vehicle that I immediately felt 10,000 times better. Just the sheer thought of having completed our journey sent a burst of adrenaline through my system, and it was at that very moment that I knew I was hooked.

I’ll be back, with more GU Energy Gels, a full Camelback Hydration Pak, Honey Stinger Waffles, and CLIFs bars!

Handful of Gu Energy Gels and Magical Sport Beans to help power me through the hills. And yes, those are Street Running shoes- not trial shoes.