TALES FROM THE TRAIL (AND SOMETIMES THE ROAD TOO)

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Tuesday, April 2, 2013

9 Days

It’s been nine days since I’ve hit the trails.  For nine days, trails were the furthest thing from my mind.  I told everyone I was recovering, when actually, I was kind of sulking.  I didn’t stretch.  I didn’t roll.  I didn’t cross-train.  I knew that I would run trails again.  I just needed time.  I needed to take inventory.  I needed nine days. 

This morning, it was time.  I set out for my “short” run to Top of the World in Laguna Beach.  I felt better than I thought that I would.  But then, my calves screamed with pain as I ran up that first steep climb, Cholla Trail.  I stopped once to stretch my calves.  I focused on loosening up for the rest of the climb.  When I reached West Ridge, I took several minutes to stretch out my calves once again.

The remainder of my run was tranquil.  Most of the time I sunk into nothingness – just running trails, and nothing more.  That’s the best.

Running out and back cyn vistas 4-2-2013, Elevation

8 comments:

  1. Like Frankenstein, you're alive! Glad to see you're back out there on the trails having a good time.

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    1. yes, I am a l i v e. Back for a big push through the summer. :)

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  2. Awesome Lauren! Good to get back out there!

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  3. Nine days is like a month in trail years.Glad you're back pounding dirt. Happy trails!!!

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  4. Sometimes we just need a little time away.

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