So, everything is going according to my schedule! I don’t remember in which topic I wrote about my running plans, but for the time being I stick to them clearly. The half marathon was run in April, and a week ago another item was implemented – the Second Trail Wolf’s Throat.
Little about the event
Why second? Because last year, around this time, was the first event of this kind. Not without my participation. Why trail? Because it is an abbreviated term from threl running – cross-country race in the framework of the competition. In our case, there was a road through the field, puddles, one sand barrier, one bridge, and a pile of deep holes with water and marsh.
Why wolf throat? Because in that area there is a seedy little river with such a name. But you must admit, the name is colorful and inspiring.
Initially, two age categories of children were released in turn. They had to run somewhere 300m. Through the puddle, the bridge and back. For them, of course, it was happiness! Not only that, you can run in the rain without any, and you will not catch a cold! As well as through huge puddles, boldly soiling in the mud.
True, not everyone experienced this cognitive dissonance. One girl, reaching a puddle, stopped, froze, and then, crying, ran back to the start. Although the puddle was no more than her ankle-deep, and a crowd of children had already measured it with their sneakers.
By the start of the adults, the rain had drifted into a steady drizzle, and while we listened to all the welcoming and inspiring speeches, we were rather chilly. But this is not for long! They started with a huge crowd – at the same time both those who volunteered to run 5km and those who ventured to beat 10km started.
What can I say, last year the track was more modest – puddles are not above the knee, so it was possible to overcome them in a rush, practically keeping up the pace. And in this hole dug more and deeper. At the very first obstacle, a screech and ahi rose – the depth was waist-high, and the bottom was very unpredictable.
That is, you run into cold black water on the move, move in it as quickly as possible, because the scents emanating from it have nothing to do with roses in May. And then suddenly the time – the foot slides to the depths. Incense becomes critically close. You flounder in the water to the waist, trying to get out of there, and here again – and again bump! Almost without plunging one’s face into not at all cosmetic mud, you climb on it, and the water turns out to be knee-deep …
But there were only a couple of such obstacles. Further, a long stage over the field, during which you manage to dry out and analyze the internal state. Then a jerk on the sand dune – and again a series of swampy ankle-deep pools. By the end of the circle it seemed to me that now everything was probably the finish.
But at the finish, my uncle pleasantly surprised me: if you run 5 km, go out of the distance, 10 km – into the second round. And I, gathering all my will into a fist, again ran to bathe in the swamp under the cold rain …
How do you spend your weekend?