Mud, sweat and fears!

I am not a natural cross country runner. I worry too much about staying upright and in one piece. My eyes water so I can’t see where I’m going. I fret about holding up those who are panting up behind me. Mud, stones, roots, vegetation all threaten to either trip or ensnare me. But for some mad reason I do it anyway. I guess I sort of enjoy the madness of it, and the feeling of achievement when/if I survive. This year I’m taking part in my second cross country season as a member of Crossgates Harriers, my second claim club. The first race was at Baildon, where we ran a hugely muddy, up and downhill course. I enjoyed everything except the downhill bits!

Author: ralphblog

I am a historical archaeologist, writer and editor. I live in Saanich, Victoria, British Columbia.

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