This lady the partner in run crime, and my hope in humanity. Adding to my Saturday vibes. Twice the game, twice the races was the day. The races, Her and the Bomb man made my weekend complete in runworld.
Hectic week make it a hectic weekend. Still had no idea on family matters vs weekend freetime so I registered for two races hoping at least one I get a green light for. The Blonde decided to come the trail one with me in Saturday afternoon, far in the countryside but beautiful view and because lucky her she is vacationing nearby. Last minute decision and airbnb we were off to Balaton with the Coach and the Hulk. I also had my tickets ready for the Festival happening on the other side of the lake for a Friday Night Live, but I opted for the sound of silence again on last minute leaving two of my friends on the dancefloor. Casual dinner in a family place I was calm and easy going, I only wished to be at the same place same time with perhaps someone else, but than again I kept thinking mindfullness and tried to get the best out of the now and there.
The trail race started at 2pm in extreme heat. Lined up to the start-line after a shower under the public water fountain, I was happy to see the other Blonde finally (we have a team actually 2 blondes and the mini formed for already two relay races before), and the fun begun. I knew from our crew I was the only one coming to face fears and face serious fun, the rest wanted results and podium fame. Blonde wanted a second place -she believed I would be front of her-, coach and age group win, Hulk, well you never know about him, he is Hulk afterall, but he definitely wanted to beat me and beat the rest of the participants. And all I wanted is to not freak out in the woods and hills running ALONE. I’ve never ran trail alone, fear to get lost and dry out and than animals would come and eat me for weeks, also fear of trees fall on me because of a great storm, but it was 34celsius in the shadows, and totally no signs for even a light rain. Marci once ran this race and got lost to add to my fear.
I was ready to face my fears. Fear no.1 of the day.
Startline and I see faces from the past and it’s a blast. This event is organized by a runteam who’s been around for centuries I guess, ran a lot of their events in my pre life, pro life at age 18; familiar faces a bit older and a bit wiser among the runners. Stepi’s father waves at me and I smile, calmness become my partner next to Blonde and we count back under the mini start sign, off we go.
Off we go for about 10 steps when someone hits my calves so hard and all I can see is Blonde going down the asphalt holding onto me while I try to not fall on her. Down the ground I try to get her back up to standing while we see all runners passing us. I scream silently: are you ok, while thinking it’s my part to fall at anytime. Grabbing her we stand up she is bleeding a bit but seems ok, suddenly she is getting pissed and start an enormous pace to reach the crowd of runners ahead of us. Not sure I can keep up. Around 3 k I realize I like it a lot. Say bye to Blonde I go to face my fears. Course is awesome, my eyes are just blinded with the view, brain fully occupied with the ever changing terrain I suddenly am alone with the nature. Course is signed pretty ok, shouldn’t get lost here I keep mantra and enjoy the flow coming. There is single tracks but usually it’s more like an orienteering race sans the map in my hand, signs are visible only the ground I cannot see because I need to go through a whole bunch of plants field hitting my boobs so high. I feel the first nettle pinch but forget to notice any further my legs and body is hit by all over of them after a while. Bugs don’t bug, heat is intense but that neither, I faced my fear I thought keeping up the run. Last 3 k starts with a massive downhill realizing I can’t run down, not here not in this terrain either. Coach reach me here of course, need to learn some running down the hills skills finally. We go into finishline together, I don’t want to race him at a last sprint.
Got first. Blonde got second, coach got 2nd and Hulk third in the age group. We did great. There was a moment when I reached Hulk at around 4k I felt that race could go wrong if he follows me, but after the first half of race the uphills, he passed me on the even surface and was glad we didn’t stick together, after all he is Hulk and his name stands for it all. I also had some bad thoughts throughout my journey of being fearless alone in the woods for Blonde falling hoping I’m not responsible for that, possibly me pushing her on the ground by accident.
Podium ceremony was fun but we had to rush.
I had another race to attend in the evening. And why I ran two that day? For a whole few of reasons, but mainly I ran the trail to have excuses for the evening if I wouldn’t be fast enough. I definitely only wanted to run, and not being in place to stand on the podium again. I knew bro would be there, especially as a special guest and I wanted totally no encounter of a chance to meet in such circumstances. Fear no.2 was a complex fear: running in the night with headlamp, and running on a race we both ran.