I don’t think it’s a secret that my weekly “recovery” trail run is my favourite run of the week. We run for about an hour along the city’s best kept secret. These are solid trails with semi-technical sections in the heart of the country’s biggest city. It’s amazing. Mountain bikers know about (and maintain) the trails, but runners are a rare sight. Don’t tell – I don’t like crowds.
All summer I dragged my morning-hating butt out of bed at 5.30am to beat the heat and hit the trails bright and early (didn’t work, the beating the heat part that is) and now we are rushing there after work to try and outrun the sunset (also didn’t work, so we vowed to bring headlamps next week – creepy darkness and the need to lift your legs super high to avoid tripping won’t deter us!). We ran even when we didn’t want to run. We ran in weather that was 40C with humidex one week, dropping to an unseasonable 0C the following week. We ran tired, hungry, and heat-cranky (that last one was maybe just me). We were terrorized by hundreds of bunnies. One day we turned a corner and on the trail were startled by a beautiful full grown doe. We were dive bombed by birds. Stung by stinging nettles. We reenacted Stand By Me on a train track.
But our most memorable run had to be the day after this:
See that forest around both sides of the flooded train? That’s the trail. Under several feet of water. Boats had to rescue the train-trapped suburbanite riders on their way home after a long day at the office. We so love our weekly run that we headed there the day after the flood to see if the trail was passable. Not even the ‘bike or die trying’ mountain bikers returned that soon after the storm. What we found was a gloriously clear trail (a bit sandier, muddier, and vegetation covered, but remarkably clear) that we had completely to ourselves. No bikes, no dogs, no dogs named bear.
Some days I run and I just think, I’m so lucky to be running right here, right now. That was one of those days.
Title: U2 – Beautiful Day. 2000.