After sending my invitation to the masses, I woke up this morning and started driving south on I-15. I’ll admit it- I was nervous. This would be the longest run I’ve been on, since…well, I can’t remember. But it’s been a while.
When I parked my truck, I noticed a six pack of Natural Light Beer on the side of the Bonneville Shoreline Trail, right by the road. Sort of a misguided welcome, I
suppose. So I did what anyone would do in my situation- I put the beer in the back of my truck, tied my shoes in double-knots and headed out.
Either way, I started off from what I think is the southernmost point of the Bonneville Shoreline Trail. From the start, I was confused. There were “No Trespassing” signs all over the place- threatening, government-owned signs every mile or so, warning me that
one wrong move would send me into a bullet-riddled heap of overpronation. I ignored the signs, but kept a close eye out.
I had some slight IT Band pain at mile 3.5, which I ignored and willed into submission. At mile 5, I turned around after I saw a large fence that wasn’t easily scalable. It was also owned by the government and came across as somewhat threatening, what, with the signs and all.
Not to change the subject or anything, but as I’ve studied barefoot running (it’s an actual “thing”), I’ve learned that as human beings, we have a history of being persistance hunters, meaning that, instead of using guns, arrows, or what have you, we’d out-endure our kill. Human beings have the unique ability to sweat, which means that we don’t overheat as easily as animals. So while we’re easily outsprinted by tigers, bears and our little Sister Lindsay, we can catch up to animals in the long run with our awesome ability to endure.
Not to change the subject or anything, again, but this is what I was getting at in the first place- at one point on my run, a deer ran out onto the trail and we really surprised each other! I didn’t change my gait, but that deer took off like a…a really fast deer! It was really fast (super fast.) But I must have caught up to it at least 2 times, as I’d catch it taking a break on the trail. It couldn’t go left because there was a canal that would more than likely break its legs if it were to go down (I don’t know that- I’m just guessing.) I’m not sure why the deer didn’t break right, because it was just a mountainside. Deer know how to climb, so it seemed like a likely option. Either way, it was sort of a fun, modern-day persistance hunt (except that, when it comes down to it, I can’t really kill anything in good conscience- I’m a wuss that way.)
As I finally wound down my run, I finished off one more mile to get 11 for the day. And wouldn’t you know it, when I got back to my truck, that deer was waiting for me, cold Natty Light in hoof. I began to explain the complications of my religion, why I was turning down the beer and why I felt uncomfortable cooling down and stretching with a doe, when I realized that I should come up with a more honest way to tell the story of yesterday’s 11-mile run.