Up a creek

Move that body: 4.27-mile run

I am starting to get scared. Like, really scared.

For the past two days, it has rained.

Source

And rained.

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And rained.

Totally fine. I guess. After all, it's not like I can control these sorts of things.

But it would be nice if I could because, you know, I have this race on Saturday. A trail race. A trail race that promises to be more technical and difficult than the others (ahem, one) I've done and that's without the help of two days of rain.

Rain + trail race = no good. Rain + trail race, even with a day to dry up = one hot mess.

I was directed to the video, on RunIndiana, by pal and teammate L. What was probably a little ditch along the trail is now a full fledged river.

OK. Creek.


Still. It doesn't look like the kind of place you want to run through when the day's high is in the mid-30s - especially if it's in an early section of the 10+ mile course.

I'm thinking of packing extra socks (read: stuffing 'em in my cleavage) for after my dip in the river, and there will definitely be extra clothes for the ride home. L says I should just wear some old shoes, remember that I paid to do this and pretend it's one of those mud runs without the hefty registration fee (read: a nice way of telling me to stop the whining).

Yeah ... I'll be taking the socks.

Any advice or encouragement out there?