My Trail Runner magazine finally
arrived the other day, just in time to give me the final push I
needed to get off my arse and make a decision. It was so full of
inspirational trail photos and stories that I couldn't resist
entering Risveden Terräng
any more. Besides, I need to quench my thirst for trail. My heart is
aching for the mountains. Since there are no mountains around here,
forest trails are the next best thing.
Having missed the deadline, I'll have
to enter the race (and pay the higher price) once I get there, but
right now I'm so excited about it that I wouldn't miss it for the
world. The organizers are promising that the trail (that had
apparently become not so much a trail as a small river after the last
week's heavy rains) has dried up a bit. It is, of course, not mud
free. But maybe I won't have to bring my swimming gear after all.
Apart from the prospect of finishing
the race with mud up to my ears, other things to look forward to
include 22 hills, one of which nicknamed ”the wall” (no climbing
required. Or is there?) and amazing vistas over lakes and forests.
Oh, and the route being 17,7 km long. It's not going to be easy; I
have been too lax about my terrain training and there are definitely
not enough hill kilometres in these old legs of mine. But what better
way to get some trail running in than, you know, actually running
trails?
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