There is an… No. There should be an order to the occurrence of errors. Mistakes should be arranged in a certain magnitude as the day develops, as the miles pass ever more slowly. The suddenness of the change from running to walking tells of the ignorance in which I sought shelter. There was no one to tell me running sevens (mile pace) for fifty miles was not to be done this early in the day.
I was eating well. Someone even took a picture of me dallying at an aid station and put it in UltraRunning. There I was, preserved for eternity, trying to gain weight as I ran my first 50-mile ultramarathon. The eating was not a problem that day. A lack of respect, based on the bliss of ignorance–there is that word again–let me leave the 40-mile aid station still running just over seven minutes to the mile. The debt collector, never a humorous sort, came calling about a mile later. He arrived with such suddenness that I actually fell off into the roadside bushes. I am never a pretty sight, sometimes I frighten small children or puppies–what could I look like with these spasmodic limbs and uncooperative joints as I tried to regain verticality? I crawled to a nearby highway sign and slowly returned to upright.
I started walking. In just a few steps normalcy returned. Aha! It was just a random cramp; just a minor inconvenience.It wasn’t. The seven-minute miles became ten-minute miles with no pause at the in-between numbers. The brief flirtation with tens was short as 15-minute miles now seemed to be all-out running and that was the way things would finish.
“Do you want to change shoes?” I looked around at the three other runners. They all had a pair or shoes in hand to change to after the river crossing.
“Yes.” Kathy brought a pair of shoes. The wrong shoes. Everyone has some wrong shoes.If you look at a problem from a different viewpoint…
I absolutely cannot remember where I was going with this. I know I sometimes repeat mistakes–argue which way we went at a certain fork again; causing some unneeded bushwhacking or two hours extra running when we finally turned around. It helps that I usually run alone. I live with the groans and the chorus of “why and why and why” from the demons, and run on.
It wasn’t that they weren’t on the right feet.
I have never run with my shoes on the wrong feet. I did run a 10k on trails with one Saucony and one Brooks. I don’t remember which was the left one and which was the right one. I won age group; kept a straight face when asked if I always mixed brands. I ran a couple of hours with no insoles one day because I forgot them. That one has an easy solution, relace–tighter. Don’t run long downhills in loose shoes.
I think staying home would have been a better idea
We left the house one day with snow coming down, wind picking up and we were happy with the thought the trails will be all ours today. We ran a bit, paused to ooh and ahh and revel in the God’s own beauty. Kathy was the first to notice the wind was moving the tree tops a bit more. The gentle swaying was turning to dancing, some jerky and snow that had been clinging to the firs and cedars was blowing loose–clumps falling here and there.
It wasn’t long in coming. Ceraawaack! Shoulders are scrunched. Neck is drawn in and both arms go over your head as you try to believe you can tell which direction the sound was—then silence. “Let’s get down away from the ridge.” “Okay.” We dropped down, still hearing limbs breaking, wishing we were on a steep downhill trail and not the contour following one we were on. The good fortune of knowing that forest meant we could turn down a game trail we normally did not run. We just wanted down, away from the wind. We went back the next day. This time the oohing and ahhing was from looking at the trees and were strewn like pick-up sticks.
The decision will be made by someone else.
I am cold. You have been cold before. It’s getting colder. Run faster. Where is the car? I parked it down there and ran back up here. I think I’ll stop when I get to the car. I’m not going back to the car for a while (she said while running off up the trail). I don’t have a key. I know that, keep running. You’ll warm up.
———-Run gently out there———-