Let’s start with the good stuff…I think this is the best trail running shoe The North Face has made to date. That being said, they still haven’t caught up to their competitors yet. Though I suspect that it will only be a matter of time until The North Face is a major player in the trail running universe.
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.
So, it's Sunday and approaching 4pm. It's a cool 20 degrees out. It's snowing. Most people were probably settling in for the night. Starting dinner, adding wood to their fire, making some hot cocoa. Not this girl! I was putting together my running ensemble for my weekly trail run at Robinette's Apple Orchard. I'll admit I love putting together my running "outfits". Matching together my hat, layers, socks. Silly I know, but if it motivates me to get out the door and run then I don't care what you think of me! (insert a laugh and a wink)
I have a birthday coming up and as I approach 31 I'm not upset, depressed or attempting to lie about my age. I'm excited to be getting older! I know some women reading this might be thinking, " ya, wait 10 years then tell me about how excited you are!". Which may be true but for now 31 is just fine!
“All alone. Whether you like it or not, alone is something you’ll be quite a lot!” - Dr. Seuss
As I waited for others to show up for a Thursday night "gravel road" run at Seidman Park, I listened to the rain and wind hit my van, and watched puddles form on the ice in the parking lot. No big deal, I wasn't worried about traction, I had hex head screws on my trail shoes. As the time to run arrived, no one else had, so I decided to head out on my own. I was here, I was dressed, and I knew where to go, so I headed down the road, my hex head screws clicking on the blacktop.
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.