After a week in Virginia/West Virginia at Capon Ridge XC camp, I am back in Boulder, and with a basically mended arm and sea-level refreshed feritin levels, back running my usual trails again. Except with all the falling and breaking from earlier this summer, I'm feeling a bit like Joseba Beloki, who in the early 2000's fell during the Tour de France and snapped his femur, and never looked quite the same racing his bike again.
That's maybe an extreme comparison, as snapping a femur would have been a much more serious injury, but I've felt horribly tentative out there. I ran at Betasso Monday, Chautauqua yesterday, and Walker Ranch today, and during all of those runs, I couldn't quite get past the sensation that I was GOING to fall, and as a result I was slow on the turns and descents, places where I previously would have ripped through at full speed. And recognize this as I might, shaking that sense of unease was not readily done.
Overall, however, it was good to be back on real trails, and hopefully my skittishness just reflects my lack in some other training areas (i.e. strength and drills), and my confidence will come back as those do. Otherwise, I'm going to have to schedule some serious fearlessness training sessions.
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