Two days after my first ever marathon, which just so happened to be a 50K not “just” a marathon, and on trail no less, and I was already anticipating fitting another one or two into our hectic summer schedule. Since I have never run a road marathon, I’m not sure what the difference would be between that experience and my experience last Saturday. Yes, I took it slow especially in the beginning for many reasons, sorry Ashley, hope the knee is healing. No, I never felt like I was testing my limits. And at Mile 22 I did not feel like I was going to die. Nor at mile 27. At mile 29 I might have felt some pain, but was it unbearable? No. Given that I spent almost twice as long out on that trail as I would have expected from myself in a road marathon, would a road marathon be harder or easier? I doubt I’ll ever find out. I hate road running. I don’t hate people who love it, I just know it’s not for me. I need the dirt and the mud, I need to smell the trees and the grass, obviously I need to sneeze or that last one wouldn’t be true. I want to hear the water running in creeks and streams. I want to carefully pick my way over boulder fields and rock gardens. This is what makes my feet and my heart sing. So yes, I’ve already forgotten any pain that I felt even though I have one toenail hanging on by the thinnest thread, like a spiderweb that’s been stretched by the first morning hiker, it is GOING to come undone. I wish it would hurry up. I have running to do and more trail to explore.