Last night, Brad and I embarked on our first night trail run. I run in the dark all the time — in fact, I just raved about it last week. So, this is no big deal, right? Wrong.
It went something like this . . .
6:55 pm This is cool. I feel so hard core!
7:00 pm Man, this is creepy.
7:03 pm I can’t see a freakin’ thing – even with my stupid cap light. How the heck do people run ultras all night long? This must be a learned skilled.
7:05 pm Wow, I’m glad this 20k trail race on Saturday starts in the daylight.
7:07 pm Maybe we should just walk.
7:10 pm We better get off this trail before someone gets hurt.
7:15 pm Pavement! Ahhhhh, a flat surface. Now, let’s actually get in a couple of miles of running.
7:30 pm Let’s not do that again until we have a lighting solution.
To be fair, I really like trail running. It’s awesome in the morning right when the sun comes up. It’s awesome on the weekends when the trail is bustling with active people. It’s not so awesome at night, in the dark, with lights that either (1) blind you or (2) barely light up the root you’re about to twist your ankle on or the tree you’re about to run in to.
Perhaps some things are meant to be enjoyed in daylight instead of darkness.
And there’s your lesson for the week. 🙂
~your way too busy B