I just got home from a ten-mile run in the dumping rain. As usual at Croft, the left-side trails were muddier, "flowing," even, we decided. Seth and I planned to run in the morning ahead of predicted afternoon thunderstorms, knowing they were calling for drenching rains. This return to a running schedule for me has coincided with Bristol's being able to run with me, along with the time change and lots of rain. I said before how much I like running int he rain, and I've gotten plenty of chances lately.
Another piece of this run was Bristol's first longer than 5 1/2, which we did together at Croft earlier this week. The next day, he needed a longer run than the regular three-mile easy day I've been giving him. I even added the 30 seconds hard/30 seconds easy mini-workout at the end. I knew then that he was ready for ten, and that this weekend would be the time. The rain did nothing to hamper either of us.
I told Seth it was okay if he popped him a time or two; Bristol is still getting the hang of how far feet kick back while running. He likes to follow, and, and spent most of today between me and Seth. I don't think either of us hit him, but he does get pretty close. He likes to stop and wait, then take off just in front of you. I'm pretty used to it now, and don't hesitate. I did clip his feet once.
The bike trails at Croft are well designed, and shed water reasonably effectively. There are few standing puddles, though with this rain, they were inevitable. It did take until the second half of the run for my feet to get wet, or really wet at any rate. The trail starts at a high point above Fairforest Creek, after it passes through its urban course including some brownfields. At Croft though it tumbles over rocks, and winds through sand bars. Today it was brown and high, tempting I reckon for a paddler. The trail traverses that crest for a couple of miles, dropping in and out of a few unnamed seasonal draws.
At about 2 1/2 miles, it turns down the slope towards Fairforest, completing the turn back south. At that point you are running with the flow of the creek; having run it many times the opposite direction, you truly can feel the pull as you run through the flat flood plain on the bank, sometimes close enough to maybe slip in. At times the trail is sandy from having been underwater as recently as two years ago. I've seen the Fairforest from the trails above the flood plain as wide and fast as any river.
At about five miles you cross the Centerline Trail, which bisects the oval Southside Trail. This second half is the wilder half, twistier, rougher, rockier. Following the creek for another mile or so, you climb back out of the flood plain. This is the Tricky Dick section, very twisty, rooted and rocky. At one point it follows along a draw, dropping in and out of it for some great banked turns.
Seth and I both felt better through the second half. I told him that when I cross Centerline, I almost always feel a little surge. Often though the Tricky Dick section takes it out of you, sapping energy as you following the twists. That's the part of trail running that makes you stronger, holding through turns and slips, especially today with buckets of rain falling. But coming out of that section we both knew we had about two miles of rolling hills, with one substantial climb, and a long gradual slope to the parking lot that we usually end up racing.
Today it was flowing deep, a couple of inches of rain running down the center line of the trail, the safest part by far over the slippery edges. The red clay sin;t particularly muddy here, so you're just in water, trying to flow like the water. "Does the water worry about the rocks?" Body control has always been one of my athletic abilities, and I love the dancing, hopping kind of running you can do on rocky or muddy trails.
The trail crosses one of those unnamed draws, flowing most days and today a rage. But the trail maintenance folks have put in a great bridge that has really handled the water better than the previous experiments there. What used to stop you dead looking for the best jump is now a concrete block pathway. Makes for a much faster ascent of the substantial hill I mentioned.
Plenty of times I've started to put a hurt on Seth at that point about 3/4 of a mile from the finish. I've learned that he needs to be broken. He's not as fast as I am on the long run, but he can kick past me unless I start pretty far out. Today I didn't feel much like putting a hurt on anybody,and kind of dreaded the upcoming macho testosterone induced push.
But I did feel better at the top of the hill. Coming off the last twisty section, I passed Seth with about 4/10 of a mile to go. Soon you pass through some nasty red mud in a clear cut section leading to the parking lot. Lost some steam there but definitely felt good, and by the end we were rolling around six-minute pace. For some silly reason, I fended off one push from behind.
So guess who finished ahead of me? Bristol, of course. When we took off, he loved it, sprinting to the front. He had a great run, staying off our heels, playing as we went, but most definitely focusing on the run as much as we were. He'll be a great running dog.
Another piece of this run was Bristol's first longer than 5 1/2, which we did together at Croft earlier this week. The next day, he needed a longer run than the regular three-mile easy day I've been giving him. I even added the 30 seconds hard/30 seconds easy mini-workout at the end. I knew then that he was ready for ten, and that this weekend would be the time. The rain did nothing to hamper either of us.
I told Seth it was okay if he popped him a time or two; Bristol is still getting the hang of how far feet kick back while running. He likes to follow, and, and spent most of today between me and Seth. I don't think either of us hit him, but he does get pretty close. He likes to stop and wait, then take off just in front of you. I'm pretty used to it now, and don't hesitate. I did clip his feet once.
The bike trails at Croft are well designed, and shed water reasonably effectively. There are few standing puddles, though with this rain, they were inevitable. It did take until the second half of the run for my feet to get wet, or really wet at any rate. The trail starts at a high point above Fairforest Creek, after it passes through its urban course including some brownfields. At Croft though it tumbles over rocks, and winds through sand bars. Today it was brown and high, tempting I reckon for a paddler. The trail traverses that crest for a couple of miles, dropping in and out of a few unnamed seasonal draws.
At about 2 1/2 miles, it turns down the slope towards Fairforest, completing the turn back south. At that point you are running with the flow of the creek; having run it many times the opposite direction, you truly can feel the pull as you run through the flat flood plain on the bank, sometimes close enough to maybe slip in. At times the trail is sandy from having been underwater as recently as two years ago. I've seen the Fairforest from the trails above the flood plain as wide and fast as any river.
At about five miles you cross the Centerline Trail, which bisects the oval Southside Trail. This second half is the wilder half, twistier, rougher, rockier. Following the creek for another mile or so, you climb back out of the flood plain. This is the Tricky Dick section, very twisty, rooted and rocky. At one point it follows along a draw, dropping in and out of it for some great banked turns.
Seth and I both felt better through the second half. I told him that when I cross Centerline, I almost always feel a little surge. Often though the Tricky Dick section takes it out of you, sapping energy as you following the twists. That's the part of trail running that makes you stronger, holding through turns and slips, especially today with buckets of rain falling. But coming out of that section we both knew we had about two miles of rolling hills, with one substantial climb, and a long gradual slope to the parking lot that we usually end up racing.
Today it was flowing deep, a couple of inches of rain running down the center line of the trail, the safest part by far over the slippery edges. The red clay sin;t particularly muddy here, so you're just in water, trying to flow like the water. "Does the water worry about the rocks?" Body control has always been one of my athletic abilities, and I love the dancing, hopping kind of running you can do on rocky or muddy trails.
The trail crosses one of those unnamed draws, flowing most days and today a rage. But the trail maintenance folks have put in a great bridge that has really handled the water better than the previous experiments there. What used to stop you dead looking for the best jump is now a concrete block pathway. Makes for a much faster ascent of the substantial hill I mentioned.
Plenty of times I've started to put a hurt on Seth at that point about 3/4 of a mile from the finish. I've learned that he needs to be broken. He's not as fast as I am on the long run, but he can kick past me unless I start pretty far out. Today I didn't feel much like putting a hurt on anybody,and kind of dreaded the upcoming macho testosterone induced push.
But I did feel better at the top of the hill. Coming off the last twisty section, I passed Seth with about 4/10 of a mile to go. Soon you pass through some nasty red mud in a clear cut section leading to the parking lot. Lost some steam there but definitely felt good, and by the end we were rolling around six-minute pace. For some silly reason, I fended off one push from behind.
So guess who finished ahead of me? Bristol, of course. When we took off, he loved it, sprinting to the front. He had a great run, staying off our heels, playing as we went, but most definitely focusing on the run as much as we were. He'll be a great running dog.