Day 17: Ummm....yeah.
Jeebus.
Ouch.
Roughly 7.5 miles.
Total time on trail: 1:50. Average heart rate over that time: 174. Maximum heartrate: 196. So. Yeah.
I'm pretty sure there was gorgeous scenery. Beautiful cliffs and bluffs looking out over the Mississippi River through trees and a kalidoscope of red, orange and yellow leaves. Fresh air.
I have never seen anything like that in my life. Hills. Leaves up to mid calves, hiding holes, rocks and roots of huge trees. One foot in front of the other. I discovered it's more efficient to "march" and sort of chop-step up vertical hills rather than stride.
Amazing.
Every year during this race, a guy sits on top of one of the huge rocks at one of the steeper parts that is usually covered with wet leaves, snow or ice...sometimes all three. He rings a bell and keeps a talley [by yelling] of the number of people [out of 600] who have fallen in that spot. Betsy said she was number 116 last year.
Ack.
There was fellow hasher there, 15+ years older than me...early on we were "chatting" [grunting one syllable words] and he said "It's not so much running as it is 'up-tempo' hiking." "Ugh", I said.
Scary thing? Check.
You know how you can see the trail? How the leaves are green and still on the trees? Today...not so much.
Ouch.
Roughly 7.5 miles.
Total time on trail: 1:50. Average heart rate over that time: 174. Maximum heartrate: 196. So. Yeah.
I'm pretty sure there was gorgeous scenery. Beautiful cliffs and bluffs looking out over the Mississippi River through trees and a kalidoscope of red, orange and yellow leaves. Fresh air.
I have never seen anything like that in my life. Hills. Leaves up to mid calves, hiding holes, rocks and roots of huge trees. One foot in front of the other. I discovered it's more efficient to "march" and sort of chop-step up vertical hills rather than stride.
Amazing.
Every year during this race, a guy sits on top of one of the huge rocks at one of the steeper parts that is usually covered with wet leaves, snow or ice...sometimes all three. He rings a bell and keeps a talley [by yelling] of the number of people [out of 600] who have fallen in that spot. Betsy said she was number 116 last year.
Ack.
There was fellow hasher there, 15+ years older than me...early on we were "chatting" [grunting one syllable words] and he said "It's not so much running as it is 'up-tempo' hiking." "Ugh", I said.
Scary thing? Check.
You know how you can see the trail? How the leaves are green and still on the trees? Today...not so much.
posted by mimikatemom at
3:57 PM
1 Comments:
I honestly don't know how you do it. I really don't. Kudos to you and your abilities.
Oh, and you may be sore tomorrow.
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