Happy Trails...or All About My First Trail Mishap
Am I an official trail runner now that I have battle scars? I hope so. Tell me I didn't bloody my bloody knees in vain. If you don't like the sight of blood, it's probably too late. You can already see my beautiful knees in all their gory glory below. My poor knees immediately after the fall. Thank goodness for compression socks or my entire shins would have been a mess. And thank goodness for RED compression socks, so the blood won't stain them! What happened, you ask? Well, I'd never done any trail running until this spring. I entered a couple races that had portions of the course on unpaved trails. The end of the Flying Pirate Half Marathon was like that. Not only was there a dirt trail, but there was a muddy, puddly, messy trail and it was pouring rain. And guess what? I loved that portion of the course. Then I ran the Virginia Wine Country Half Marathon and quite a bit of that course was on...