I've been spending my weekends lately hitting the trails up at Cougar Mountain. I've always loved trail running - the constant need to focus on the path right ahead, really live in each moment as you make decisions about what path to take, where to step, make sure you're understanding each step as you run, otherwise roll your ankle or wipe out. I've been struggling lately with this ultra training. It isn't nearly as intensive and time consuming as Ironman training. When I'm finishing my long weekend runs, I feel like I've checked off a thing to do, but not like it really registers with my soul. I'm usually so happy when I finish a tough workout that despite being depleted, my bucket is filled. I'm not sure I really have that same feeling at the end of these runs this fall. W hen I've been at the mountain the last month, it's been a mixture of some enjoyment, pain, anger, dread, frustration, exhaustion, and depletion. I'm not sure I a
Ironman, triathlete, mom, carb enthusiast