Running is a freedom. Freedom from comfort. Just remember that.
In October I watched two regional high school cross-country races on the sprawling hills and dales behind Belfast’s Troy Howard Middle School.
For anyone who isn’t a runner or hasn’t seen a cross-country race, imagine that you’re scantily clad and your co-inhabitant has just booted you outdoors with the mercury reading 45 degrees. The plot thickens as you find yourself scrambling along a tree-veined mud trail with hills for THREE-PLUS MILES. Did I mention the dodgy parts where you might trip and eat dirt while jostling to pass or be passed by other harriers?
It sounds a bit masochistic on a Saturday morning, right? But, really, it’s a lot of … ummm … fun.