Today Suzanne and I headed out for the trails at our college. They have three different paths ranging from .5, 1.5, and 2.5 miles with a beautiful lake at the end of the course. I don't do much trail running, but I would like to start.
I remember the first time I went, I was by myself and it started getting dark and I had no idea where I was at on the path...needless to say, I was freaking out. I promised I would never go back by myself. Today was different though; we went late in the morning and it was the perfect temperature through the wooded trails. I left the ipod in the car as did my partner and we headed off down the 2.5 mile path. We talked about all kinds of things on our run, including tripping on the tree stumps and roots along the path, which my partner and I had both done at least once in the history of our trail runs. Luckily, we were never injured beyond a quick pain that would subside within a couple minutes. After completing the 2.5 mile trail we felt adventurous and decided to do the 1.5 mile trail. Just at the end of it I tripped on a root and stumpled forward a few yards trying to keep my balance from shifting to my knees...that attempt was a failure and down I went. It was rather humorous, I must admit. I got up and finished the trail (the one hundred feet left of it). On a side note, I haven't had scabbed knees since I was six! lol.
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