The Quackers had a great day at Tassie Trail Fest yesterday. Tassie Trail Fest is a long weekend full of running on different bush tracks around the little town of Derby. Derby is out the back of beyond, it’s pronounced as it’s spelt as opposed to the English Darby. Derby was a thriving tin mining area back in the 1870s and has a colourful history as a multicultural mining town as well as of boom, decline and regrowth. There were different old, unused tracks in the bush from mining days that have been brought back to life in recent years as mountain bike tracks. These tracks are known as Blue Derby; they have done wonderful things for this area of our state, putting it back on the map. Once a year they are closed off so that the trail runners can have a turn. There are events on for each of the three days and some people take on what’s called Multiday Ultra Madness doing multiple events each day with over 90kms total for the weekend.
Today is a rare sleep-in day for Pauly and I. Usually to get a sleep-in we have to be off the farm, but today we managed one at home. I brought my cup of coffee to the pc to catch up on blogs before I started to tap away at this one. First I read Sue’s post about being born to move and her recovery from an injury complete with wonderful video that is a brief capture of her story. Next I read Joanne’s post about her plan along with her friend Helen to travel all the wonderful Canadian tracks, all 21,000kms of them! Sue, Joanne and Helen have all had their 50th birthdays, two have had their 60th and one their 70th. These ladies inspire me to keep on planning and moving and illustrate in living breathing ways that age is only a number. This got me thinking about my ability to move.
Last September I hurt my knee thanks to a calf giving it a huge head butt. It saw me off running for four months. Most days now my knee is about 98% and I’m over the moon about this. But my confidence with running and getting out there is only around 30%. I refuse to give into this and have kept on going. Last Saturday I ran a half marathon in a team for the Coles Bay Triathlon. 13kms of that was on sand that went from hardish to soft every few paces. Agreeing to help out in the team for this event wasn’t my smartest decision. This last week the knee has been hovering around 90 to 95%.
Going through the rehab race while battling the issues on the farm was dark. I felt that the one thing that kept me sane had been taken away. I felt like I would never get back to running. Joanne has recently had a shoulder injury and now she’s off to do this amazing adventure. Sue went through the rehab race and went on to run a marathon and got back to all the adventure and endurance sports she loves. It’s tough and dark at the initial fazes of this rehab race and perhaps for some of us there will always be a bit of a mental thing that comes with us even though we’re rehab race finishers.
Rather than this post being about what we did yesterday at Tassie Trails, this post is a celebration of being back out there. That mental demon called Lost Confidence hasn’t got the better of me. It has slowed me down but hopefully in time I might be back at the pace that was my normal. But even if I’m not, being out there and doing it is what is important to me.
Louie smoked the half yesterday in 2:34:26, Pauly took on the 44km marathon event in 6:41:41. Janette and I ralked and wunned in 3:45:59. We stopped to take photos and had lovely chats with the volunteers who were all friendly and encouraging. We made friends with a lovely young couple. He was an experienced trail runner and she was doing her first ever half marathon. We stepped aside for many fast marathoners coming through on the narrow single laned tracks. Some had manners and many didn’t. In all we had a wonderful day out in the Tasmanian bush. The scenery was stunning.
If running off-road is your thing, put Tassie Trail Fest on your list.
Now for some happy snaps!
Crossing the line! As soon as I saw Pauly on his way to the finish line I ran to the announcer to make sure he knew that Pauly was finishing the marathon. He changed his registration from half to full less than a week ago so had a half marathon bib on. Go Old Man! I yelled. And thanks to me telling the announcer, the announcer let everyone know that my Husband will be 60 this year. I’m a very good wife!
All up a wonderful day out in the bush. It’s days like this that make the rest of the hard times we are currently facing easier.
Happy running 🙂
PS Janette spotted an echidna while she was waiting for me to catch up to her at one point. I might be an Australian and see our wildlife frequently but I LOVE all our wonderful animals and am always excited about meeting one up close and personal. The echidna on the other hand is hoping I will go away and leave him be.