While running I think of many things sometimes I wonder how I can describe what I’m doing. Yesterday’s run I decided would have the ideal descriptive hashtag on my instagram account (feel free to follow me links at the side of the page).
So what is this thing #barenakedmeditativetrailrunning I hear you shout? Well after weeks of grinding the miles out making sure my nutrition is dialled in (well except for the hobnob incident which we don’t talk about). I just wanted to go back to basics. So yesterday I laced up my Inov-8s, left my hydration vest behind (I knew I could pick up water if I needed), turned of all audio and visual prompts from GPS, left my music and grabbed an emergency gel and phone for emergencies (and maybe the odd picture). The aim was to run the trails for a minimum of 2 hours that was the only goal.
So out of the door I head up the road then hit the trails a short section through the rare trees across the road and to grind my way up the farm track. The steady rhythm of my breathing the pad, pad of my footfall. The gradient eases up for a few metres rather than the normal singletrack to the summit I take a short section of road that takes me to another trail I manage to accelerate on the steepest section making me realise the months of hill repeats may have paid off. The fact I’m not running to a specific pace controlled by technology means I go on feel, accelerate when I need and relax when appropriate. Technology as much as useful can sometimes chain you down, I stop for a few seconds at the highest point and take in the view.
Now to head down the singletrack. This is a route I seldom take its technical slippery and muddy but fun. I feel the flow as I am sure footed down the track and I turn a corner and meet a walker with his family. I give him the local greeting ‘Aye Aye’ and in return I get a ‘G’day’ and ‘be careful is slippery down there’. It’s strange wherever I have been in the world in the most remote of places I always come across an Australian. I was once in Albania (while it was still a communist country) and the only person I met who spoke English was an Australian.
Hitting the descent for once today I’m sure footed even over wet rocks. Today I feel the environment, this to me is why I run the trails for days like today. I may be pushing it more than I should for my training but at this moment at this time that doesn’t matter. It’s just me the ground beneath my feet and the whole world available. The footpath eases up I feel my foot sink in the mud to my ankle but that doesn’t matter in my head I plan the rest of the run past the hIghland cows and onwards towards the beach ………
#barenakedmeditativetrailrunning or in other words Don’t think just run.