Well last Sunday was the Grouse Mountain Run one of the toughest races one can participate in. It is a brutal climb over 850 meters vertical gain over 2.9km. To place well in this race you have to be at the top of your game, have a big engine tuned to perfection, have legs like Lance Armstrong and a the ability to hold your hand in the fire longer than anyone else (nerves of steel help also because you have to be very cool out of the gates or else the race will be over in the couple minutes). So why did I do this race I love it… something cool about running straight up a mountain. I knew my legs were strong from cycling and backpacking I thought my strength could possibly compensate for my weak cardio fitness and the few extra lbs(10) I was carrying, but it was not enough… I blew up in the first 5 minutes and suffered like I never suffered before. I finally came in at 35:20 over 3 minutes slower than the previous year! Oh well I know things cannot get worse.
Final stretch of the run my heart feels like it may explode.
