Um, yeah, I definitely ran the 10 mile and not the 50k. I always volunteer for this race and, this year, I decided to tackle the 10 miles of trails. I'm not sure why I've been running so many trail runs this year - it really needs to stop, since I am not a very good trail runner. Today, I got my butt beaten by a gal over 70 y/o - but not by much and at least I didn't fall down. Yep, I celebrate the little things.
I arrived at the park around 6 a.m. to help set up aid station #1. Here is the station crew, in our annual port-a-potty prerace pic.
The 50k crazies started at 7:00 a.m. so, after they passed our stop the first of three times, I headed over to the start for the 8:30 not-so-crazy one-loop 10 mile start. (and I was already yawning)
This run is less technical than the goat trails of
Paesano's 8 miler a couple of weeks ago, but the last time I ran these trails (in November), I fell, gave myself a black eye, and separated my right shoulder. Like I said, I am not a very talented trail runner. So, I took it easy, and had a nice run.
A deer ran with me for a little bit, but did not charge me like the
mean deer did to a guy on Thanksgiving. Here's the finish, where I cruised in on the tail of the 70+ y/o female - eating her dust and looking like a crazy trail running chicken.
And then I ate a rice/pico de gallo taco, drank an Alamo Ale, and headed back to aid station #1 to help feed/cheer those bloody, dusty, crazy 50k runners. Thanks to Jenna, Tom Lake, and Jazzy for the pics!
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