Whiskey Hill Run 2019

Whiskey Hill Trail Run 2019

After recovering from a surgery and running minimally I was finally able to incorporate myself back to the lines off all those crazy trail runners that plague the hills all over the world chasing after the the dirt in single line in search of happiness through the primordial way of being human, movement. 

I picked the Whiskey Hill Run because why not. Testing my regained human abilities I ventured first into the treadmill, then into the parks and now finally back in the trails. With a knot in my belly the race director said the go and I slowly joined the pack. Rusty on my trail running ways I just figure I would give it a go. What was the worts thing that could happen, right?

Well, on my rusty memory I forgot to check on the elevation profile. It looked pretty flat on the screen and it was only six miles, piece of cake I told myself. Except I was greeted by a 1,200 feet of elevation gain that kept on going for to to three miles ok only to be followed by 3 more miles of downhill. Not what I expected at all!

 Since it was only going to be a 10k I didn't even bother in putting some thought into my gear and went with simple cotton socks. I regretted that about mile 2.5 when that characteristic persistent I think I have a pebble inside my shoe feeling popped out on both feet, let me revealed it to you. Sometimes it's no pebbles but blisters starting to tease you. By the downhill the throbbing pain of each step where I felt my skin sliding back made me wish I could go faster but my lack of enough hill training made my painfully humble. 

Lovely torture I had to smile to as my pride was at risk when I met my husband and mother in law at the trails on the last mile going downhill. Luckily I was flying that stretch and I almost looked effortless for a second, until I passed them. 

I reached the finishing line battered and in pain wondering why I was doing that to myself, what was the point of all that pain? A small boy who was handing the medals was so cute I could not avoid but to smile. It was as he represented through his age what this race was to me, a new start and an opportunity to learn all about trail running it all once more.