It’s raining? So?
After last Saturday’s group run, someone suggested a Sunday morning run, which sounded good. That the forecast called for rain didn’t seem to be an issue, since we were going to run trails at Little Mulberry park, and as we all know, the muddier the better.Three of us showed up at the Hog Mountain entrance, undaunted by the inch of water that came down overnight. After poking fun at each others clothing (Roman in a cotton shirt, me in a full rain suit and Brad bundled like he’s headed to Alaska), we took off. After crossing the dam, R&B headed off to the horse connector trail to run across the ridge, while I continued around with the plan on meeting them somewhere along the back stretch. (They both run considerably faster, so the extra mileage is no problem.)
I continued around the lake to the get to the Carriage trail, and start heading up. I debate taking the dirt route, but decide against it since the guys will meet up with me sooner. At this point, I have a daydream about beating them back to the car and having the camera setup so I can capture the splendor of them covered in mud. As I head up the hill, thinking about how dang steep it is, my dream is quickly fading.
Getting to the intersection of the trail, with a loud war cry, I head into the woods. Ah, actually it’s not to muddy. For the first mile of this, traction is no problem at all. I’m heading uphill for a lot of this, which helps. Across the backstretch with no tree’s, it’s also not bad. Starting the descent though, things start to get a little hairy in some places and the slipping and sliding begins. It’s not horrible, but definitely need to slow down a bit. (Okay, whoam I kidding…I was already going slow. I’m now going at a slugs pace.) The nice thing is, it gives me plenty of time to plan setting my camera setup, since I’m back to thinking I can beat them. There are a few spots that I’d set up along the trail if it weren’t raining. Next time… The descent continues, and it gets even sloppier. I’ve found that the areas the water is running through tend to provide the best traction, probably due to the lack of leaves, so that’s what I’ve been aiming at. Yes, my shoes got muddy and sock are saturated. But I’m have a great time, which is the point when you’re out in 40 degrees and rain.
Ah, I think I hear voices behind me…yes, they’ve caught up. We mostly hang together for the last few hundred yards of the trail, and come out just as some other guy goes by on the paved trail. So much for us being the only idiots. (Well, he was staying on the pavement, so maybe we were.)
A nice casual 1.2 miles back to the car, and there it was, the last run of 2007.
Happy New Year.