After feeling like my goal of running a race in all 50 states was at a stalemate, I jumpstarted my progress this summer.
I did 3 10ks over 3 Saturdays and gained Utah, Wyoming, and Michigan.
I ran at 4000+ feet, 7000+ feet, and near sea level.
I ran one wicked hill, several awful hills, and completely flat.
I ran two in Saucony Triumphs and one in Vibrams.
I learned a few things:
- Altitude matters.
- Hills + altitude sucks.
- Hills + altitude + being undertrained is even worse.
- Finishing IS winning.
- I always have a sprint left in my legs, even if my lack of oxygen makes me nearly pass out at the end.
- My dad can still kick my ass – he finished ahead of me every.single.time. (Even in the last race where he was pushing Shoo in a running stroller for the whole distance.)
It was a blast, but I admit I’m looking forward to starting next Saturday with a beer, rather than a race. More on that beer and the individual races later.