The following 'commandments' have been told unto us by the Endurance Gods, and shared with me via Facebook, knower of all things (and many not-things). Originally printed in Competitor magazine, written by Susan Lacke.
I. Honour thy big splashes, for trail runners do not tiptoe around mud puddles.
II. Thou shalt not blast loud music in thy earbuds, lest thou be cursed out by the person trying to pass.
III. Thou shalt not curse the rock that tripped you, for it was there first. Pick up your feet.
IV. Thou shalt always carry toilet paper, for Charmin never ends in an awkward conversation with your doctor.
V. Thou shalt watch out for snakes and mountain lions, for this ain't central park. Head on a swivel, city slicker.
VI. Thou shalt not declare, "This is the last hill," for that is a lie. There is always one more hill around the bend.
VII. Remember thy bar wrapper, and pack it out. Nobody likes a Littering Leslie.
VIII. Thou shalt rub some dirt on it. The Endurance Gods do not care that you skinned your knee - scars are a badge of honour.
IX. Thou shalt check thy ego, or tree roots and steep hills will be happy to do it for you.
X. Thou shalt keep a minimum of six cold beers in thy car, for runners are a friendly bunch and craft beers taste better in trailhead parking lots.
In other news, my current big dilemma is which sports bra do I want for Sunday. Who knew this was such a big decision?
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