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Stupid is as stupid does
June 18, 2008 - Erik Brown
In retrospect, I was a little too determined to do my scheduled “long run” on Monday.
Deanna and I had just spent two very nice days with our daughter Erika at an orientation program for incoming freshmen at
So, with the challenge of my planned 18-miler hanging over my head like a dark cloud and two days of unplanned carbo-loading literally under my belt, I headed to the Canoe Creek entrance of the Lower Trail late in the afternoon on Monday. On my way there, I caught a weather report on the radio - something to the effect of “severe thunderstorms likely, blah, blah, blah…” A quick glance at the sunny sky was all the affirmation I needed to discredit that bogus report.
I finally got started running at about 3:45 with a couple of power gels and a Ziplock bag of fruit chews tucked in the pockets of my running shorts. I carried a bottle of Dansini water that I alternated from my left to right hand every 5 minutes or so. The sky was mostly sunny with some nice white clouds, and the air temperature was pleasant. I felt good and cruised on down the trail at a comfortable pace. 5 miles down, I passed through
The trail at that point is covered by a beautiful canopy of trees, so I didn’t notice what was developing overhead until I heard the first tell-tale rumble. I glanced up and saw clouds of a different color. Did I turn around? Heck no! Why turn around when it was only another 7 or 8 minutes down the trail to the “official” turnaround point?
By the time I reached my all-important mark, the rumbles were getting more frequent and heavy raindrops were beginning to find me through the treetops. I was quite happy to be headed back toward my van, even if it was 9 miles up the trail. Of course, it wasn’t long before I was slogging my way up the trail in a downpour and thinking about how ironic it was to be carrying a water bottle. It’s really quite easy to stay hydrated in a downpour, but it’s not much comfort.
The trail became one long mud puddle. It was raining very hard, and the lightning strikes were basically all around me. 2 miles up the trail (2 miles below
I started running again, but by then I had cooled down and my legs just weren’t the same the rest of the way back to the van.
Stupid is as stupid does. –