I finally gave in and listened to Carol. Â This morning was my first trail run.
Wasn’t quiet sure what I was letting myself into here. Â Anyway, my alarm goes off at 4:30 (still battling with the early morning wake ups). Dressed and breakfast in 20 minutes and out the door to the north of Pretoria.
En route, I wasn’t paying attention to the road signs, travelling along at a good 120km an hour when it dropped to 100km (I think) and FLASH my picture was taken. Â So if the medal is not enough proof that I was there, a traffic fine in the mail in a few weeks time will be extra proof.
Anyways, I go through the Zambezi toll gate, pay my dues and head to the venue for the run. Â Upon arrival, I meet with a few pals and get registered for the event. Â In total they say there were 600 people, so it was nice and small group. Â First the 12km runners set off on the long trail. Â With about a 10 minute head start the 7km runners lined up. Â At this point I would like to point out that we ALL thought it was a 5km event. Â Wildtrail and their surprises.
Off we go, bit of a slow start, shuffling and all until the pack thins out a bit. Â The first 500m or so into the event, splash, I step into the siffest smelling puddle. Â So now my shoes have been baptised in kak water (I think) and into the forest we go. Â This point of the event we are all single file, up and over logs, rocks and through trees. Â Rough stuff. Â I am starting thinking “What the hell have I done?”
I forgot to mention that I am running with a high school pal, Jen. Â We are about 1.5km in the run, when we need to cross a river over a floating bridge, about 30 metres long. Â If we don’t run over it, it will sink is what we are told. Â So now our shoes are flooded and shlosh shlosh shlosh is all you hear for the next kay or so.
Up hills, over rocks, slippery terrain, roots, shrubs and natures toilet is all going passed me as I am concentrating on where to place my foot and to ensure I don’t do the dreaded “ankle roll”. Â Being so technical for a newbie, I was going a little slower than my usual road running time, which I expected, and that is when I looked up and Jen was gone. Â She was about 500m ahead and then disappeared into the distance.
The next 4km where tough single track through chest high reeds and up and over streams, rocks and more roots.
Nearing the end I was feeling really good, very tired as I am working all my different leg muscle groups every few minutes and now very thirsty. Â In case you didn’t know, there are NO water tables on trail runs.
The last 50m before the finish is yet again another floating bridge! Â RUN RUN RUN is what the marshal is shouting, or it will sink. Â Over the finish line, photos taken, medal received and congrats from my pals and Jen who finished just 5 minutes before me.

What an awesome experience and lots of fun.