In all the years I’ve been running, I haven’t done much trail running. On occasion I’ve ventured out with friends to a trail near home, but never on a regular basis. I like it, but I guess for my road racing goals, it never really fit well into the picture. I’m also leery of turning an ankle that has seen its share of sprains. Plus, as a female, I’ve always felt it’s probably unsafe to hit the trails alone and I don’t have too many running partners who trail run.
Today in the desert, however, I found a great trail during my run. I had seen signs for the trailhead yesterday, but couldn’t find it. I did a bit more exploring today and found it. What a great run! The trail switchbacked up a mountain with spectacular views everywhere I turned. I loved it–could have kept going and going, but with a 1/2 marathon this weekend, thought better of it. And again, I was solo, somthing I think is probably not the best of ideas. So before I got too far I turned around and headed back in.
I’m pretty sure that if I lived out west, in the desert in particular, I’d be a regular trail runner. There’s something about those wide-open vistas, which we don’t get back east, that really calls to my spirit. I felt like I was channeling my inner Caballo Blanco (well, not really–I’m too wimpy), connecting with my surroundings. It was great. Later in the day I took my kids back to the the trail and we hiked to the top–they enjoyed every step of it.
When I get back to the east coast and all of the snow has finally melted, I might try to pull some of my running pals along for a trail run every now and again. It really did bring out that sense of play we all have bottled up inside from childhood–it was great to let it out.
Do you ever mix it up with trail running? What do you like about it?