I am enjoying recovery day. Last night, I did email Coach Monster about whether or not I should succumb to the 9.3 mile torture that is sure to ensue this weekend at the Red Top Roaster trail run.
The convo went something like this:
Me: Saturday’s run is a 9.3 trail run at Red Top Mountain in Cartersville…. do you think I am going to die? They have a 3.1 version… I could do that. That might be better. What say you?
Coach M: Nope, 9.3 is a good number.
Me: How did I know that would be your response?
Coach M: Because you are learning, Grasshopper.
Me: Mountain Goat said that 9.3 on trails feels like 15. And the cutoff for the race is 2.5 hours. I better scurry.
Coach M: Scurry if you must.
So that’s what I learned: 1) 9.3 is a good number, and 2) I must scurry.
I’m a little nervous about trail running and anything that involves “scurrying.” But scurry seemed like an appropriate word for the woods. I’ve only done one actual trail race, and a few trail runs, but it’s been forever.
And 9.3 is no feat on land, sea or air. Really, I am doing this for the sake of the blog… because otherwise, there is no real entertainment value on my part. It’s all for you! All for you, man!
Bwaaahaahaaa!!! And nobody would believe you if you didn't have any pics or some proof to tell the tale.
Scurrying is a good way to put it. I did orienteering (running in the woods looking for a the elusive flag) when I was a cadet at WestPoint and it is very much like a trail run. Shorten your stride, look forward & down (avoiding the "obstacles" that might just jump up at ya) & scurry along. You'll be done before you know it.
I'll be waiting for the post…and I'll have a post ready for you about the Iron Girl "Dress Rehearsal" (Swim & Run Clinic) on Saturday.