Day #3: The Percy Warner Summit

I had the opportunity to do two runs while I was in Nashville, both at Percy Warner. I realized when I’d completed the first day that I’d neglected two important particulars: take a picture of the awesome Stone Gate entryway into the park and run the last .3 of a mile to the top of the park.

On day two, I took care of both of those:


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Day #2: The Percy Warner Ascent

Night falls early at base camp. The sun goes down, the human noise begins to subside, and the night sounds begin to creep.

After a long day of running, rain assembly, and general insanity I climbed into my tent at 9:10 p.m. in order to prepare for the Percy Warner Ascent on Monday. (If you’re wondering why I was a bit concerned, here’s a good description of the run.)

The park is located about 25 miles from the Nashville KOA, giving me just enough time to digest breakfast, drink a coffee and arrive at the starting point ready to go. I awoke at 5:30 a.m., chatted with my friend in London, and emerged from my tent around 7 a.m ready to go.


I reached the Stone Gate, the entrance to the park, and took off. It’s a brutal run, with about 1,100 meters of ascent and descent during the 11-mile run. There are several 10-12 percent grades, including one in the first three miles.

What makes this run so special, though, is the view you’re afforded if you can push through.

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Day #1: Lexington to Nashville


After months of planning, I finally launched Brad’s U.S. Trail Adventure.

I awoke at 6:30 a.m., grabbed my gear, had a quick bite of breakfast with the Mom and Dad, and his the road. I had a 2-hour drive to Lexington, Kentucky where I was slated to run 6-8 miles on the Legacy Trail, a paved trail that begins at the YMCA and winds it way to the Kentucky Horse Park.

I didn’t quite get out as early as I’d hoped, a bad sign for things to come. There’s a heat wave rolling across the Midwest and South, and along with that heat comes a series of thunderous storms.

I reached the Legacy Trail head at 9:23. Much of the trail winds along the roads, hardly an interesting run. I asked some cyclists if there was a different trail head. There was, in fact, but they forgot one important direction and I chickened out after 15 minutes of searching.

I circled back to the YMCA and took off just as temperatures reached 90 degrees.


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