If you read my review of the Altra Lone Peak 1.5s, you know that I love them. I am a huge fan of everything Altra. I even ran in, and now chill out in, an original pair of black Instincts. So when I picked up my first pair of Superiors, I was super excited. They were going to be everything I was looking for. Touted as being lighter than the Lone Peaks, closer to the ground than the Lone Peaks, and with a removable stoneguard, they were going to be the Altras I was going to use for my trail races. That is until they didn’t fit.
The WMTR mission is to organize activities for trail runners that encourage people to get outside, have fun, and live active, social lives together.
The group imagines a fun, diverse, inclusive trail running community that is passionate about welcoming new trail runners, exploring new trails, and becoming better informed about the environment, health, trails, and gear. We practice good trail stewardship that includes working alongside the West Michigan Mountain Biking Alliance and others to help build and maintain the private and public trails.
Thirty years ago, I used to run across people who, like me, had read and enjoyed Robert Pirsig's wonderful, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. This book remains one of the most intriguing ornaments in modern American literature, but, like I said, I haven't heard anyone talk about it for a long time.
With the 2014 5/3rd Riverbank Run quickly approaching, many people are coming up with or perfecting their “plan of attack”. This past weekend, a friend of mine asked me for the 4th or 5th time what my plan was for the 25k race. I don’t have one! Is that strange? That’s just not the kind of runner I am.
I started running in 2007. I actually just had to look up my first 5k time to see that it really had been that long ago. I tried running a couple of times prior to that, but it didn’t take. My husband Patrick, an amazing runner and athlete, wanted so badly for me to start. But the more he pushed, the more I resisted. I’m a bit like a feral cat in that way. It was too far past my edge. Slowly something within me shifted, and with the support of Patrick and my dear friend Trudi, I decided to try again with a “couch to 5k in five weeks” training plan.
The time to make resolutions, renew commitments, and set goals comes at the worst possible time for runners--for when we step on to the trail we find a layered cake of ice and snow. It's not easy to get out in these conditions here at the turn into 2014.
What we see out the door right now is not what many would describe as the romance of winter running: lightly falling flakes, no wind, and a four inch powder cushion.
At the risk of sounding like Stuart Smalley, there is true power in stating intentions out loud (or in writing in this case). It’s widely researched. It’s true. Energy flows where attention goes. But sometimes it sounds cliché, and I want to run in the opposite direction, to push back and resist, to prove I am different. Perhaps it’s a little left over teen angst; I am not sure, but in any case I’m calling bullshit. I am a human being. I am like everyone else. I am connected to the human race on a primal level.