|Not-anymore-so-warm September morning at Lake Iso-Antias.|
'Do you need help Sir?', a woman's friendly voice coming from the top echoed in my ears. I was climbing up a steep boulder and she must have heard my huffing and puffing - possibly even some bad language thrown at the rock.
'What? No thanks, I'm ok!', I shouted back while struggling in agony to get my eyes above the edge. It was a young lady with a phone in her hand.
'You look like you can't get out of there, are you sure you don't want me to call for help?', she continued, clearly not understanding what I was doing.
'No no no, I'm a trailrunner, it's meant to be challenging, I do this all the time for fun!', I shouted, getting a bit frustrated both at her helpfulness and my unability to explain the situation.
She left me alone, rolling her eyes as she walked away.
|Swim or climb? A problem at Iso-Antias.|
This left me thinking, what was I doing exactly? Trailrunning does not seem to make a whole lot of sense. What's the purpose of all this useless activity? Why is this random playing outdoors so enjoyable?
My best educated guess is that trailrunning is a bit like quantum mechanics. Nobody can really figure it out completely. Maybe it's like Physicist Richard Feynman put it: If you think you understand it, you don't get it.
|Sunrise in Nuuksio National Park.|
An image speaks more than a thousand words, so maybe I just keep this post short and add a few photos from my latest fabulous adventure in Nuuksio National Park.
Yes I did it just for fun - and to pick chanterelles. Despite getting lost again, being chased by those unnerving deer flies and twisting my ankle (ouch!), I was having a full day of fun!
|On the top of the high cliffs at Lake Syvä-Antias.|
|One of the best sunny days this summer at Lake Suolikas.|
|Lake Suolikas view from high boulders.|
|Lake Suolikas famous from the Nuuksio Classic Trail Marathon course.|
|Pretty awesome scenery at Lake Suolikas.|
|I do this for fun.|
|At the end of the day, time to go home.|