It probably was not the best idea I’ve had, but… today I ran a “fall classic” 50K (31 mile) trail race that tragically turned into a 35 mile trail race when I took a wrong turn and re-ran the hardest 4 miles of the course. Oops! (This all would not have been so bad if I had not just run the Chicago Marathon and was already questioning the wisdom of running such a long distance only six days later.)
Meanwhile, Mr. P and Little Boy were enjoying the cool Autumn day, apple picking and taking hayrides. I’m happy for them, really I am (did I mention the 2500 feet of elevation gain?)
Apple Picking
The Apple of My Eye
Hayride
And then, to top off all their fun, they showed up to watch Mommy suffer at her 50k (56k, really).
The highlight of my race
Now excuse me while I go foam roll my quadriceps.
