Yep, that’s me. I’m a bush runner. Trail running is the thing to do apparently, but long before I knew about trail running I knew about bush walking. It seems to me that trail runners run on bush walking tracks so when I run in the bush on a track I would have to be bush running. That would be logical me thinks.
Saturday saw Pauly and I off to the world-renown and heritage listed Cradle Mountain. It’s in our backyard pretty much; it’s an hour and a half away (it would be less if the floods hadn’t knocked out a few bridges). It was a special weekend in that all my children, one son-in-law and a boyfriend were home from interstate. Three of the visiting offspring wanted to go for a walk at Cradle so Pauly and I used it as an excuse to go for a bit of a bush run. We ran from Dove Lake up to Kitchen Hut and return.
Some parts are nice and easy-going. Some are not.
We ran all the way to Kitchen Hut (10kms return). Kitchen Hut was built in the early 1900s and is at the base of the Cradle Mountain summit track. It was built to shelter walkers should extreme weather descend. I’ve been at Kitchen Hut when there’s been snow all the way up to the middle of the top door. This is a rugged wild place that demands respect. Leaving Dove Lake to do any of the walks no matter how small without adequate gear is foolhardy to say the least. We were blessed with a wonderful day but we were equipped with thermal and water proof layers. I think of Cradle Mountain as the roof of Tasmania. It’s a special place.
Not long after we went past Marion’s Lookout we came upon the offspring strolling back to Dove Lake. Wait Mum! yelled Blondie Daughter #1. I was going to keep running (the down hills are the best part after all). She held up her left hand to show a dazzling diamond. I couldn’t believe it! Another baby engaged and we really quite like her young man (lucky I had him included in the family photos of the last wedding, call me a Girl Guide: one family photo with him in and one without…yeah I know, I’m terrible. Terrible, but practical and a bit of a stirrer!)
But back to the run! It was great. We loved it, Pauly and I. The thing I love about bush running is that due to the terrain there are times when walking is ok. There are moments of zoom. Moments of slow and steady. Moments of stop and wonder at the wilderness all around. No cars. No streets. Few on lookers to see. Just running, walking, friends and time out.
Call me a bush runner. Trail running is just way too trendy and fashionable for this Unsporty Woman.
So far since the dreaded knee injury back in September I’ve discovered two loves that I may never have found. I’ve discovered bush running and triathlon. While the dark times of rehab were darker than dark, the light that’s followed has opened up so many wonderful opportunities and I am grateful.
Oh and on Sunday we did another Super Sprint Triathlon.
But we won the male and female Masters medals (it was a very small field). I had a PB of pretty much 2 minutes on the George Town course and Pauly of about 3 minutes. Thanks to the lovely Janette and Bruce for surprising us with our medals on Monday night (we couldn’t stay for the presentations after the Tri on Sunday). And let’s face it, without these two we never would have discovered triathlon in the first place. Thank you seems so inadequate.
I hope that when anyone sees me with a Triathlon Medal that they say to themselves:
Oh my goodness, if that Unsporty Woman can do Triathlon and win a medal, there is nothing stopping me from having go!
Do it! What are you waiting for?
Happy running 🙂