This week I finally felt like myself again. I have desperately missed running the trails, mostly because I enjoy running with my sister and Kris so much. We scheduled a trail run for Monday morning.
Wouldn't you know it, my daughter got the stomach flu Sunday night! Before I am a runner, I am a mom. So I didn't get a chance to join them. No worries, we will run again Wednesday, Michele decided. Michele and Kris still did go trail running Monday though. I heard about it afterwards from Michele.
"Wow, Kris is in peak running form. She was like a machine going up those hills. She kept chanting, Where's Jod? Did she chicken out and was afraid to run with me?"
"Really, I said. Well bring it on!" And so a healthy trash talking, mud slinging, war via texting began. "This is War!" I texted to Kris. "Bring it on!" She replied.
The day of our run Michele said her husband gave us 6:1 odds, but wouldn't say who it favored. I knew, and I planned on making Steve a pocket full of money. We headed off to run the Seaman's Gulch Trail loops since Kris had never been there
Interesting FACT about this trail system. I know someone who ran this loop alone one day because her sister was sick and her neighbor was working. She got bit in the butt by a dog! True story.
Anyway back to the trails. Kris was like a race horse waiting for the bell. She was rearing to go. Michele yelled "Go!" Kris took off, but I didn't. Why? Because Michele had me in a death hold and wouldn't let go. Sabotage! But funny!
The run was competitive but fun! I would hit a trail marker post each time I passed it and yell out "DING!" because I hit it first. Kris would play red light green light with me, although I didn't know she was doing it at the time. Every time I would turn around to check on her she would start running. When I turned back and looked ahead at the trail she would resume walking.
After 2.7 miles I declared myself the winner! A told Kris she needed to concede. Se yelled, "I will not concede to the CONCEITED!"
As we headed into the last mile, I just let Kris run on ahead. My wisdom had kicked in while hers had failed. I knew I was faster, I knew I had won. I was ready to now to enjoy some time with my sister. Up ahead Kris came to a fork in the trail. "Which way?" she screamed. Michele and I laughed and we didn't answer. "Which way?" she screamed again. And I mean she was literally screaming! Michele and I laughed again and still didn't answer. After a third scream at us she finally headed right. The funny thing is, you could go either way.
That is when my competitive streak kicked back in. BOOM. I took off. I tore down the trail. Slowly I watched her come into view. I could tell I was gaining on her. A quick glance at my watch, 6:50 pace, I can maintain this I told myself. I was getting closer then on the next turn, BAM there she was! As I came up behind I called out in a man voice, "On your left" She stepped aside and I did a wicked victory laugh as I blazed by. She held up her hands and called out "I'm out." Victory was mine as I knew it would be.