I've been wanting to run with Frontrunners on their Saturday morning runs at Griffith Park, but since I'm usually running in Pasadena on those days, I haven't had a chance. I finally made it there today, though. I had done the Frontrunners Fun Run in Santa Monica on Wednesday evenings but I haven't made it there in months. On those runs I was one of the faster runners and I thought I'd be able to hold my own with the big group. Boy, was I wrong.
Actually I held my own, but I just happened to run with some impressively strong and fast runners. Anyone who thinks gays aren't athletic and run funny need to check these guys out. I got my ass handed to me. Since I don't know the trails around Griffith Park all that well, I stuck with a group. It would be a disaster if I got lost. They decided to run a course today they referred to as "7 Hills." I figured seven is doable. I got too competitive, though, and tried to keep up with the others. I started huffing and puffing by the fourth hill--and I swear there were more than seven hills. Almost as bad were the steep downhills. The others were racing down it but I slowed down because I have a fear of tripping and rolling down. That would be embarrassing.
I thought I was fast, but I had nothing on these guys. Maybe after a few more runs I can master this course, but this was tough. I thought I was going to poop my shorts. I was told the course we ran was 6.2 miles but with all the hills I felt like I ran 10. I'm not sure what my time is, but it was definitely a good workout. I don't know what I have left for tomorrow.