Who like me, detested cross country at school? It was the winter athletic sport/method of torture, of choice when I was being educated. Running across fields, up and down hills, through farmyards, slipping and sliding in the mud.
Ugh. Then why do I find myself looking forward to this run at Baylor Regional Park forty years later?
Mainly because it’s not cold wet and muddy. I have run my fair share of marathons on trails. Approximately 24 of the 26.2 miles of The Whistlestop marathon in Ashland, WI are on old railroad track bed, not unlike the surface at the park. I’ve run that event in the snow. I have cold weather running gear, when needed. Cross Country holds no fears for me now.
Since I learned to cross country ski earlier this year, I have spent quite a bit of time on the trails in the park getting the hang of the sport, and I love it. There’s five miles of trail here, and as that was what my training plan called for. That was what I decided to do. Run the trails that I have ski’d and snowshoe’d.
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It didn’t look like this the last time I was here |
The scenery was a beautiful as it was in the winter.
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Nicely compacted limestone trail, comfy on the legs. |
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The trail heads off into the distance |
I easily found the section of the trail where I had embarrassingly fallen going uphill, because my skiing skills were no match for the gradient. Another spot I recalled because it was where I fell and lost track of one of my ski’s as it sped off into the undergrowth.
The oddest thing I saw on the trail were the brushwood teepee’s in a couple of clearings in the woods. Why they were there is a mystery. It was an interesting sight to cogitate on as I jogged around the trail.
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Teepee 1. |
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Teepee 2. |
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No swimmers today |
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The Observatory |
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