HELLO FROM THE OTHER SIDE
Mud, they say, is the bane of a trail runner’s life. I didn’t know that until now.
If you think that makes me sound like a beginner on the trails, you’d be right. I have a heap of road events under my belt, but I’ve run just three trail events in the past four years.
In the first I snapped a tendon halfway through the second half and was piggybacked one kilometre to a waiting ambulance.
In the third I broke an ankle. Same trail, same ankle. My husband, sick of nursing me through injury, quite reasonably tried to ban me from any further attempts. I nearly let him. But then a friend broached the idea of the 11km leg of the Waitomo Trail Run, held last April. I couldn’t resist.
“Yes!” I cried. “Count me in.”
I’ll makeI’m good on the roads. Barring the increased risk of injury, trail running can’t be much different, surely?
