Introduction

A couple years after getting into long distance running, I decided to try to run a half-marathon or marathon in each state. After crossing off my fifth state, I recounted the race to my sister. As I described the hills, puddles, cows, lightning, thunder, and cornfields, she suggested that I begin a blog about my experiences and races. While it’s hard to imagine the many different races running together, I could see how it might happen. So, I looked back in my mind (and with the help of my t-shirt drawer) am going to document my runs through all 50 states. End of 2015 update: 16 states done!

3/27/2016

Westminster Trail Run (CO), March 27, 2016

I’ve put in a lot of miles in Colorado, although most of them are on skis.  In 2016 my ski trip coincided with the Westminster Trail Run outside of Boulder, so I decided to log some running mile as well.  Weather in Colorado that week was great for skiing, not as great for running.  We made it to the race start where temperatures were in the upper teens (my watch data has the temperature for the run logged at 21 degrees).  We huddled at the start to get last minute instructions from the race director.  Apparently there were a couple spots to watch out for on the course, he listed 4-5 intersections to make sure we didn’t miss turns, identified 5-6 slippery spots, and a few more places where the trail narrowed, so to watch out for runners coming the other direction.  But other than that, things were great; there wasn’t anything else we needed to know (having absolutely no idea what the course was like, the long list of suggestions were not so helpful).

The trail was relatively flat, winding through natural areas, around ponds, and through small neighborhoods.  From what I could tell, the trail was a mix of pavement and packed sand.  Unfortunately it was hard to tell the exact surface due to the layers of snow, and ice, and after a few runners, slush on top of it.  Wishing I’d packed ice skates, or at least something with more traction than my road shoes, I carefully picked my way through the race, thankful that I managed to stay on my feet for the whole thing (I did see a runner slip on the ice and fall into a puddle of slush several inches deep).


Following the race (having thawed my frozen toes) it was time to continue on to Aspen and log more miles on the skis slopes.