If I had a nickel for every time I’ve heard, “Well, that month flew by!” I could buy myself a really nice Garmin.
If I had a nickel for every time I’ve thought to myself, “Well, that month flew by!” I could buy myself a really nice Garmin.
And so it goes.
Total mileage for June: 100. Give or take.
After my Colorado adventure, I was inspired to keep running for fun without much concern for mileage, split times, or pace.
I ran the Music City Ultra 10k, and won 3rd place for women!
It was the first trail race for my friends Elizabeth, Taylor, and Russ! It was my first time running a race in a running skirt! It was my first time wearing knee-high socks to ward off poison ivy!… I loved it all.
My legs were itching for some trails outside of Nashville (figuratively…not from any unfortunate plant-based disease), so one weekend I hopped down to Chattanooga to check out the trails, and see my lifelong friend Dorothy.
I had heard quips of different trails in Chattanooga, but chose to depend on the internet to tell me where to run. After wasting about half an hour not finding where I wanted to go, I popped into a haven of a running store and asked the clerk his favorite places to go. He spouted off about 10 different sites, directions and all, with pride; I would later find out his pride was well-warranted.
Finally, I found a modest-looking trail that went up about 2.5 miles on Lookout Mountain. Surrounded by Civil War points and memorials, the trail began in a thicket of forest and would wind around the side of the mountain, until it lead to some maneuvering up rocks, and an outlook like this:
Aw Taylor, that’s so beautiful!
I know, guys. This is why I trail run. This. Is. Why. Views.
I stood there for about 10 minutes and told the others who had chosen to hike up that this place was stunning, as if they weren’t ready to tell me the same thing.
The next day, I tried a trail on Raccoon Mountain, which has a man made reservoir at the top. Very strange, and felt a little…fake? I somehow weirdly felt like I was Katniss in “The Hunger Games” running around in a fake forest with people watching me whom I couldn’t see. If anyone was watching, though, I probably would’ve heard a comical reaction to my tripping and falling face-first into what I thought was poison ivy, but thankfully (thank you Jesus!) was not.
I totaled about 10 trail miles in Chattanooga, and I am antsy to return.
On to July!
I need to set some new running goals. Whether that’s with hitting some longer runs, or focusing on some speedwork, I need to go on a run and get inspired to nail down what, exactly.
Oh, and I totally found out my next marathon: The 7 Bridges Marathon in, you guessed it, CHATTANOOGA!
Marathon number 3, in 2013. I think this is the beginning of a trend; maybe 4 in 2014, 5 in 2015, and so on until I have to start out at zero marathons in 2020. Hmm…I’ll figure out something.