Sunday, May 26, 2013

Trail Running and lessons learned.

I should start this post by saying I sometimes do stupid things. And by sometimes, I mean more often than the average person. It's a gift I have.

I had a fantastic idea last weekend to get up early and go for a trail run. I had spent quite some time researching which trail I would go on. I eventually decided to run from Springwood to Blaxland. 13.5kms, it shouldn't take me any longer than 2 hours, I'll be home in time to go to the Knitters Guild meeting and have a wonderful day.

So, I parked the car at Blaxland. The train was late. I mean, who timetables these things?! Oh yeah, me, right. I get to Springwood, read over my instructions and start off. The first 5kms of the trail was beautiful, except I have been watching far to many murder mystery shows for my own good and every time I heard a twig snap, I crapped myself. So, I did the first half at a relatively good pace. LOL.

I got to one section of the run where I had to cross a creek bed and the instructions just didn't make sense at this point. I found a cairn which meant I knew I was on the right track. Well, this 'right' track diverges at one point and I took the wrong one. Lucky for me, I ran into some people looking for a biblical carving in some stones and they pointed me in the right direction. Up a damn hill. But it's ok as I am rewarded with this.

So I get to the top of the hill, read the next lot of instructions, ring Steve as surprisingly I have good mobile coverage and let him know it's taking a little bit longer than expected but I should be finished in an hour or so.

Or so.

So I turn around and take off down the path. However, this side of the gully has had some backburning done. It's ugly, like a moonscape and the branches that overhang the trail are sharp and they scratch my legs a bit. I find the stump I'm meant to go past and I keep looking out for my intersection.

I find one. I read the instructions, yep, there's a cairn there. There's a track. Yep. This is the right track.

So off I go. It's further than the instructions said, but I'm sure that it's all ok. I come to the rocky outcrop and the instructions tell me to go left then right. Yep and yep. I follow this down to the river. Yep. All the instructions are working out, mostly anyway.

Until I get to the other side of the river and then the instructions don't make any sense.

This is where I realise I am lost.

Insert expletive.

And I finished my water about 3kms ago because I thought I was almost finished.

So I find a trail. It's well defined so I figure it has to lead somewhere, right? Yes. To the railway tracks. I have a good mobile signal so I check out my map app and I see that I am not where I need to be, but at least I know where I am. I continue running. I see a man on the path and he tells me I am very close to the end of the trail.

I find the station, the wrong station, but I don't care. I am so dehydrated at this point as I have been going for almost 24kms or 4 1/2 hours (the final 8kms with no water.)

I almost hug the drink machine when I get a drink out of it.

All is right again.

Looking back, I actually really enjoyed the run. Just next time, I will go on a more used track. One which is much more well defined so I can't get lost.

And not rely solely on instructions that could possibly be out of date.

And see that 9km mark? That was where I was meant to turn off, so I ended up two ridges over.


  1. Oooops. So, there's going to be a next time. I'm impressed! Course, my take on this would be is this is the reason I don't believe in's just too dangerous. Much safer scrapping.....!!!!!!!!!!!!

    1. Of course! It's much more fun than running around and around and around the block! Lol! But yes, it can get dangerous! Although, my scissors are pretty sharp, I'm surprised I haven't had an injury yet!!!

  2. WOW Beth, good to hear you found your way in the end and totally agree with Lizzy's comment that it's much safer scrapping ;)