There was more trail running today.
The interesting thing about this trail running class is that it never rains during it. If it is raining that day, then the precipitation will stop before the actual run.
The irony is that that doesn’t stop it from being miserable. I’m not trying to use technicalities and say something like snow isn’t “rain”. (For the record, it hasn’t snowed.) For the past week it has been dismal in Edmonton. It has been cold and raining every day. In fact during all of today it was rain. It stopped a few minutes before the run.
The run today was in Hawerlak park and along the river. In the trails. The trails that have been soaking up water for the past week.
Mike, the leader of this crazed expedition, doesn’t care if it is muddy. He recently came back from a race where he was up to his waist in it. So there is no sympathy from that front. And he takes us on the most horrid trails he can find. At one point it felt like I was on a slick skating rink, only to turn around because Mike has found that the trail ahead is completely impassable.
For the record, he is paid to race. I am not.
But today was the last class. There is the race in a week on Saturday, and I’m hoping this city dries out before then. In the meantime I’m going to enjoy the Fringe festival. In theory the weather changes into normal August climate tomorrow. Here’s hoping.