Mile High Miles
|June 7, 2012||Posted by Emily under Uncategorized|
Hello from Denver!
I clearly have a ways to go before mastering the art of the mirror self portrait. First goal: take straight photo.
I’m here for a work conference but staying through the weekend to play in Colorado and race the Garden of the Gods 10 Miler with my mom and brother. Adding a couple of fun days to the trip was the best plan ever, since, when I finally looked at the agenda for the trip last night, I realized we are booked from about 7am to 9pm daily. Not leaving a lot of time for exploring the city and playing in my Hokas.
But this morning I dragged myself out of bed at some ungodly hour, that felt slightly less ungodly thanks to the time difference between DC and Colorado, to do a little bit of exploring in the running shoes.
I’m notorious for being that girl who falls asleep before the early bird special starts on my trips to the West Coast, but I can dominate the heck out of the early morning hours.
I had done some preliminary research online to make sure there were nearby running routes that were both good for a workout and safe to hang out on in the dusk, and was pleasantly surprised when the hotel front desk even equipped me with a map to get to the closest trails. You know you’re in an athletic city when…
Unfortunately, that’s pretty much where the convenience of the run ended. Denver had some pretty crazy thunderstorms/hail/tornado warnings last night and the path was flooded in several spots.
I would run a few tenths of a mile, get stuck, try a different direction and get thwarted again.
Finally, I sucked it up and forged the flooded paths and managed to find a long stretch of dry territory. You can see from the above picture of my feet that the decision was a muddy one, but luckily I had all that creek crossing experience from my ultra to get me through it.
I ran 7 slowww miles, lack of speed compliments of the altitude.
If I needed a reality check for how low my expectations should be for Sunday’s 10 miler, then this run did the trick. Although, really, no such lesson was needed. The last month of marathon(+)s has already informed my legs that this will be a pretty dismal showing.
I’m off to immerse myself in work for several hours and work on acclimating to the thousands of feet above sea level thing.