Trail running naturism #2
At night the forest is different. I stop running and lie down with switched off headlamp (Silva X-Trail) watching the black tree tops dance with the fierce gusts against the white sky. Another runner pass by. I’m not sure if he or she sees me.
Autumn trail running is a bliss with wet and slippery trails, colorful leaves and the sound of water searching a lower point. It’s not warm anymore. Air is fresh and clear. Darkness arrive early with activated wildlife.
I’m listening to the sound of a large animal, a moose it proves. With the strong beam I can see its gentle stride just 15 metres away, grunting as to say “switch off that lamp please”. I love meeting these large animals but always get the feeling of intruding. So after a moment or two I make my exit trying not to cut their way.
Later on another animal shouts at me, or was it a tree? The silver moon bounce in puddles between black branches and debris. My soft, studded Inov-8 Roclite 305’s bounce too, covered with mud, just as they are supposed too. I’m getting stronger, running faster and faster with watery eyes.
My features are slim, packed in capri tights and a body wrapping Gore Magnitude T-shirt, which is tight and strong enough for my kind of running – fast between the trees with a smile. Suddenly there is a white butt ahead. But Bambi is cool, just moving a few steps aside, watching me pass.
Back to traffic and pollution, city lights and sounds. I feel alive to say the least after a run like that. Muddy legs with tiny red cuts. Strong legs, looking forward to Trailrun World Masters in Dortmund next month. Himalaya will have to wait for another year, but thanks anyway Mr Pandey.