a day late my ankles are killing me. Trails have a way of challenging parts of your body that you don’t normally challenge on asphalt.
There is a trail running series that runs one of it’s courses through a local natural area. We tend to take the 186 hectares (460 acres) or almost two square kilometers of mid-city wilderness for granted, but it’s the kind of location filled with single-track mud tracks the wend up and down and around and through challenging twists and turns that makes it ideal for an epic eight klick race that feels like a low-mountain track grind.
One of the guys I run with had done the race on Saturday. And then he wanted to re-run it on Sunday… so I a couple of us climbed aboard the crazy train.
Long story short after eight klicks of trails with a couple warm up and cool down klicks on each end, my ankles are not happy with me.