I did a 5k trail run this weekend. It was hot and humid, I started out too quickly and I got to blisters on the inside of my feet. I think it took me over an hour. I did the same race last year and thoroughly enjoyed it, but I didn’t enjoy it this year.
There were 50 or 60 people doing three and six hour races, and they all looked like beautiful, muscular trail Gods. I always feel slightly envious of people like that. It’s not really that I want to run 30 or 40 miles at a time. It’s more that I’m not the kind of person who does. One guy had a feather in his man bun. I don’t know why.