A slight diversion today.
After a weekend of volunteering at a trail race in the rain, I’ve been thinking a lot about the joys of trail running in bad weather.
There is something about being in the forest, in the mud and slop, that brings about a child-like glee – even for someone like me that never did that kind of stuff when I was a kid.
So I did my own parody of the poem Over the river, and through the wood, to try to capture just a little bit of the fun.
Over the River and Through the Woods…
To a Trail Race
Over the river and through the mud,
to the trail race finish line we go.
Our legs know the way, to finish the day
through the gloopy goo to and fro.
My shins are all dusty, the stones in my shoe
avoided the ticks, but not itchy ivy.
neck a bit sunburned, throat a bit parched
But so happy I am bein’ trail crazy.