Dear Readers:
Well, I finished my marathon. Things didn't look too promising before the start; the course had closed due to bad trail conditions, but the day before the race it opened for use. Yes! So I showed up in high-thirties weather at 3000 feet elevation, climbed to 5000 feet elevation till my legs cramped to a crawl, and huffed and puffed my way to the top. It was easy to tell the other runners were used to this kind of running. One by one, they kept passing me, and they seemed to be breathing easier.
But I had fun. After hitting the top of the first mountain pass, we headed down the trail to a low point, then walked back up to 5000 feet before running the rest of the marathon downhill. It seemed like I was staring at the ground a lot to avoid twisting my ankle on a rock and ending up face down in the dirt. My wife told me one guy did sprain his ankle; his friend was shopping for plumbers tape to wrap the ankle. Anyhow, this race was some experience and well worth the trip and effort. It took me two days, though, before I could sleep without sore legs waking me up.
Until later.
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I've said it before and I'll say it again: Humans are strange.
Running 26 miles on purpose, through the desert, at high altitude. Bleh. Haven't you heard that they invented the internal combustion engine?
Hey Baba:
Long time, no see. Yes, 26 miles in the desert was a strange encounter. Maybe I'm not wired properly. Do you think I'm normal? What if I'm not normal? Is there any hope for me?
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