Let’s regress why, last summer I wimped out when the deer flies arrived and my trail running were abandoned. This led to the roads, boredom, injury and a major slump. With this cycle the beast to take on is snow and ice, when it arrives. For now a few flying shots of deer slugs isn’t going to stop me.
There is something about getting older and taking fewer risks, my history is slightly conservative. Growing up in WI deer hunting was common, here it’s not even allowed on Sundays throughout the State. Heading out in the first mile I spooked two six-pointers grazing in a pasture. The smart ones, they stay close to dwellings away from the hunters. Should also mention that my Dad took a bullet in the back hunting growing up and it never stopped him. Those were the days of wearing red plaid versus blaze orange and the norm was to have a flask of brandy to keep warm.
I wore five different articles of hi-vis clothing to be seen. With the tech-toys I must look like a running yard sale.
Back to the trails, the plan was to explore more dirt! As my outer loop is only one third trail and the rest looks like some army road from 1944. I wore the Garmin 201, Polar HR monitor and my Adidas racing watch. I think one too many gadgets flopping around. I should’ve replaced one with another bottle of water as I ran out around ten miles. Also, the GPS came in handy when I crossed over into new territory and got all turned around.
Garmin 201 1:55:42 15.16 miles
Polar HR 2:14:30 138 HR avg
Deer hunter report: one mini-van and one SUV w\deer sled North Side, South had four vehicles. One truck alongside