I’m not the type who have the penchant for getting down and dirty, not that I’m averse to it or something. I guess I’m just not up to it. Anyway, I mentioned in my previous post that I lived, within walking distance, from a park, surrounding a lake. I even went as far as going there, one chilly morning and snapped pictures of the surrounding area. I tried to walked around the lake but did not push through when I heard something snapped behind me and I was the only one at that time. I backtracked and went home. The second time I went there was with my sister and we got lost. Then last Wednesday, out of the blue, Mama came by and told me, we’re going to the lake–for a walk. I was ecstatic, now is my chance. We covered a distance of 6.1 K around the lake. As per my GF’s reading, it took me more than an hour to complete it but it only registered a distance of 3.1 miles since I pressed the STOP button when I stopped for a while and wait for Mama.
I’ve been meaning to run on that particular trail but keep putting it off, with the lame excuse—my fear of getting lost. There’s a map and trail and distance markers but I can’t rely on it since I’m a klutz when it comes to reading directions. So anyway, after that stint in the trail, I already had it in mind to go back and this time I’d run. And I did. Yesterday, after I got off from work, I hurried into my running clothes and runners. I even declined my sister’s invitation to go out because—I’m going out for a run on Westwood Lake. She understood my being a “running addict” and even reminded me to bring along my cellphone, just in case. I wasn’t even thinking of bringing it.
After I popped one Centrum and chased it down with Gatorade, I stepped outside and walked toward the direction of the park and lake. I did not even did some stretches. I was so pumped up to get my “feet wet” on the trails, so to speak.
When I got there, I noticed that there were a number of cars on the parking lot. This is good, I said to myself, at least there would be a lot of people I will met on the trail. I did a couple of leg stretches then started running. A few minutes later, I was already out of breath. Damn, this trail is sure is something. I tried to keep my balance and stay on my feet. The feel of the dirt with small peebles is something new to me. ( I’m used to the paved roads.)
I tried not to think of all the trees surrounding the trail.
If not for running, I would not have ventured into places like this, no matter how beautiful.
Early on, I had sidestitch on my right side. I stopped to walk and pressed my hand on my side. I was breathing hard. In my excitement and all, my breathing was out of whack. I tried to walk slowly then run again. Then I noticed that I haven’t seen anyone yet, either from behind me or coming toward me. I was a bit alarmed. I continued to alternate running and walking. The trails could take a lot of getting used to.
I think my Mizunos did not fare well with the trails but running along this part felt like my feet had springs and I just bounced off.
I was careful not to trip when I “sort of” run along the downhill.
I wasn’t bringing some hydration and halfway through it, my mouth was already parched with thirst. When I passed this way, I came too close to coming down on all fours, and satiate myself. ( like what the dogs do, yeah right )
Entering this part of the trail always made me extra cautious ( I guess this is what I get from watching too much “Criminal Minds” )
I had fun with my run yesterday. I am proud of myself for sticking it out ( I know to some this is no big deal ). But to a scaredy cat like me, this is way big of a deal.
After completing the route, I was happy. I walked home, smiling to myself. One of the toe in my right foot was painful. By the time, I took off my shoes, it was throbbing.
Now, running again on the trails is something I will look forward to.
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