Showing posts with label falling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label falling. Show all posts

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Scampering...and Ultrarunning


(photo credits here)

Not many adults scamper--it's primarily a phenomenon of children and small cute animals, such as goats or cats. I love the definition from Merriam-Webster:

to run nimbly and usually playfully about

You see, there are two key facets: being nimble and playful. And this is why I love Ultrarunning--it affords me the opportunity to be playful and childlike. Scampering actually has a serious purpose in Ultrarunning--sometimes it's the best way to navigate a rocky downhill. See, you can step tentatively and carefully from rock to rock. Or you can opt to go kamikaze style, feet operating independently from each other, intuitively thinking/looking/reacting a couple of steps ahead, much like a chess master automatically calculating and executing his next move almost without conscious thought.

You may be taking a long stride with one foot while executing a stutter step with the other, all done automatically, unthinkingly, just doing it. You skip joyfully downhill in an exhilarating rush, much more fun than picking your way gingerly down. And, in my opinion, doing it just as safely, while having a blast!

One of my best mental pictures is of my buddy Dave C from Shippensburg as we ran the Appalachian Trail north near Pine Grove Furnace State Park. There was a rock-filled downhill, big rocks, not little rollers, and Dave without thinking took off hard and fast down the trail. I watched amazed from above as he literally scampered, loving the run, safely and sure-footedly picking out the route. I can see that image as clearly as when he did it some 12+ years ago, in a move that I call "Scampering 101."

He set the bar high and every single time I've done it since I've been rewarded with childlike joy and exuberance.

Try it!



Monday, June 14, 2010

Falling...Or Not

At the risk of jinxing myself (I've never typed the word "jinxing" before, and I sorta like it!), I will make a dangerous observation: over the years I've come to realize that I'm quite surefooted on the trail.  I rarely fall and have never--yet--had a spectacular fall in which I drew significant blood or caused significant injury.

Analysis?  I think that years of trail running trains--in the sense of strengthens--the ligaments, tendons, muscles, and even the bones of the total leg.  As a result, the foot, ankle, knee, and hip joints are more resilient to unevenness of footing and consequently more resistant to injury.

For example, during a trail run I sometimes roll an ankle on an uneven surface, swear involuntarily, hop about, wonder if I'm injured...then within 30 seconds I've resumed running as though nothing has happened.

I have had a couple of falls that were more funny than serious, and occurred when I least expected them--coming off a trail onto a "safe" surface.  Once I had covered some 20 miles of the Appalachian Trail, only to take a header when I crossed a paved road.  A similar fall occurred when I was running the JFK 50 Miler, where I left the towpath to cross the Antietam Aqueduct, and promptly caught a toe and tumbled to the ground right before entering the aid station.

In both cases, wounded pride, not a wounded body.