End of a Long, Dry Spell

This past 8 July, I ran an ultra.   Well, whoop-de-do, you might say.   But this was not just any ultra.  It was the 14th time I run the Knee Knackering North Shore Trail Run.  It was certainly the slowest I've ever run the Knee Knacker and maybe the slowest I've ever run an ultra. So what's to crow about?

I'm as happy as a clam because I've not run an ultra since the Knee Knacker in 2004!  It's been one injury after another (see my posts on plantar fasciitis and PFS.)  I wasn't supposed to even run at all, but since I was registered, I figured I'd hike to the top of Black Mountain with my friend Laddie Hannam and at least help her and soak up some of the vibe at the same time.  I was beginning to feel as though I couldn't call myself a runner anymore.

So, although it may not be the smartest thing to do, I celebrated my return to ultrarunning by signing up for STORMY (a 64K trail run) and have been making plans to do some other longer runs this year.  It sure is great to be back... I just hope it lasts!