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| Blackwater Creek |
I’m running as much as ever and running trails at every opportunity but a hectic few weeks kept me largely unplugged from the digital world.
To make up for it, I give you scenes from the
Seminole State Forest, with very little commentary. I ran the trail on Sunday, got lost twice, startled a deer (OK I confess, the deer startled me), got baked by the sun, struggled with runner’s knee, carried too little water and got dehydrated, got scratched, dirty, bitten . . . and loved every minute of it.
I should credit the quote I used for the title of this post as being from a book I'm reading,
Running Through the Wall: Personal Encounters with the Ultramarathon. It's a collection of race reports from ultra marathons that I am finding very inspirational.
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| Luxury accomodations courtesy of the Florida Trail Assoc. |
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| Hiker sign in |
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| This is where you really sense the solitude, a nice change of pace from the long green tunnel. |
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| Eden? |
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| A little road running was a nice break from uneven ground and very easy on the legs. |
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| Getting lost was very easy. The trail looked obvious enough in the top photo but when I reached the tree line it narrowed to a game trail and then vanished. Doubling back I found the actual trail was a much smaller footpath hidden behind palmetto to the right of the trail marker. I didn’t even see it the first time through. |
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| I've been told this is my element. |
