This past weekend I spent Sunday running trails near the Toccoa Swinging Bridge. A friend and I, both of us running the Georgia Death Race, ran up and down hills along the Benton MacKaye Trail. Our route made a sort of bowl, running out for an hour-and-a-half, then turning back toward the car, then another hour-and-a-half the other direction. It was a great setup, using the car as an “aid station”. Our pace wasn’t wild, either. We weren’t terribly slow, but the intention was putting our feet on the course for an extended time, not blazing through. But we got some good elevation, still, that’s for sure.
We had a 13:22/mi average pace. We got into those hills, and bombed a few times on downhills. It’s hard not to when the body feels good and the snow is so freakin’ inspiring and beautiful! We also got to gab more with a more chill pace. One aspect that makes running with a buddy on miles much nicer. And it’s easier for two people to keep each other honest and not rush or push too hard. When running in a group, such as my weekend before with our group 25+ mile run, we pushed wayyy too hard from the start. We were excited, and none of us wanted to say “slow down” while we felt good. We thought about it, but shut it down. It was after 15 miles that our day began to catch up to us, and it was too late to regret anything then.
We ate the miles at our leisure. The best part about trail running is where it takes you, what you see.
And gives us all a reason to goof around.