Trail running is such a dilemma for me. I’ve had stabs at it, made progress, enjoyed it, then sat on chairs for a bit and lost the momentum again and again.
The Kilpatricks are ideal for it, good trails of different varieties, good distances and so familiar I can think on my feet and shorten or lengthen any trip no problem.
I always joke about getting old, but I know there’ll be a point where I can’t make up the lost ground so easy and I’ll be buggered. Time, application, resolve, fear of pain, they all come into it, but the payback when you’re feeling good is tremendous, flying down trails enencumbered by kit and feeling the lightest on your feet that you can be in the hills.
My knees don’t take a pounding either, it’s only the tarmac bookends of every trip that do that.
I was talking to my mate Craig at Crossfit Glasgow about this and he’s keen to coach me properly, as always I’m keen to avoid anything that involves people telling me what to do.
We’ll see, I’ll make some baby steps yet again and see how I feel.
It is the ultimate in going lightweight, and I dare say a few overweight, gram-shaving backpackers would be well served with such an activity, or indeed cycling where I’m already getting back in the saddle (yes, punch me in the head for that).
Luckily a lot of the gear I use is adventure racing derived, and still looks normal.
Trail running doesn’t have to mean looking like, er this…The Clydebank Young Ladies Trail Running Club.