6 hours ago
Brimbank urban trail running festival.
It really is such a great event, wonderful location and fun spirited.
However there’s a point in this event that has you questioning everything in your life. It’s a wicked hill that reminds your lungs of every bad choice you’ve ever made in your life!
Trying to chant myself up this hill. “Embrace the hill.” “Be one with the hill.” “Hills are our friends.” “What goes up, must come down.” My chanting soon became a hypochondriac diagnosis similar to seeking Doctor Google for answers. This leg pain is connected to my buttock, my buttock pain is pulsating hardcore, my arms ache, my neck is stiff and I’m pretty sure I’m about to die. This is it. This is where it ends right here halfway up this hill. I hope they find me before all the creatures do. Farewell world Walking backwards, going sideways doing all I can to get up this Himalayan cousin of a hill! Oh but wait there’s still more, of course there bloody is. Delirium setting in now. First it was a kangaroo jumping out in front of me, rabbits darting in my path and a rustling in the long grass that had me on edge.
It’s been 84 years now (yes, said in the voice of the old lady off Titanic) and the vice grip around my lungs has slowly loosened, my near death experience eased and the appreciation for the view kicked in.
Remember how I mentioned what’s goes up must come down? Rocky stairs were the way down. No biggie, I’ll just hold onto the rail and watch my step on the rocks. Oh umm did that rock just move? Yep, that rock definitely moved! A Jurassic lizard had decided to lay under a rock and I made a run for it clocking up my quickest pace yet.
A break from the hills on the way back down was bliss. Although the heat was wickedly hot now. Seeking shady areas just so I could cool down. From the airplanes view above I must of looked like a computer game character searching for gold coins. My reward being an escape from the sun in the shade. ***Part 2 continued in next post*** trailsplus