Anthony and I headed out to Stony Creek for our long run. We pulled in around 7am and saw two other cars at the trail-head. Apparently there was a Fat Ass 100k happening. We decided to first to a loop on the paved path around the lake for 6-7 miles then do another 4 or so on the trails.
The path was cleared for the most part, except for about every .25 or so there was frozen runoff completely covering the path. Slipped a few times, but never fell. As we passed the boat launch (where most people park) the lot was starting to get busy and we started to see more and more runners. Not used to that. On the trails, you might spot 3-4 people in 2 hours. We got back to the car and thought about hitting the trails, but they were in terrible condition: snow over ice. We opted for a couple short out-and-backs, then we got back on the path towards the boat launch.
Memories of cross-country came flooding in when we ran past the boat launch and down to Eastwood Beach. All the invitationals used to be there.
See that tree? I puked on it during the Fall Invitational, my junior year. Shouldn’t of had cream cheese on my bagel that morning.
-Me, recounting the ‘glory days’ to Anthony.
When we turned back towards the car, I realized that we were already at 11 miles. So my planned 10-11 turned into 13.1 (no one ever stops at 13). Anthony tossed me his keys and set out for his final 3 to make is scheduled 16. Had this been just two years ago…well first off, two years ago my longest distance was probably around 7 miles. If I did manage to get to 13 miles (as I did 6 months later), my legs would have been out of commission for the next week. This weekend, I not only got in 13 miles, but the next morning was the Fight for Air Climb (recap to come later this week).
Sometimes I forget how far I’ve come in my fitness after such a hard descent after high school.