Yesterday I headed out for another hill session and I swear I though I was going to die. Seriously. The way up the hill was met with 50km headwinds with blowing snow and icey pellets. woo. hoo. However my first sprint up the hill was amazing...I say sprint because is was at a sub10:30 pace...something I didn't think I even had in me!
Happy Dance!
So after a couple more hills I noticed that I was starting to poop out...at one point I had to stop half way up the hill, turn around and try to breathe. The wind was forcing my Hoorag into my mouth...the wind was so strong it was filling my mouth with the only thing protecting my lungs. The thought entered my mind that this was perhaps not the best idea I've ever had. Maybe I should quit? Yeah right, like that's going to happen. So onward and upward I went.
I freely admit that this was by far the hardest thing I've ever tackled, but when I finished I felt like a freaking rock star! Finally that happy rush I used to feel every time I completed a run was BACK! YES!!!
As a side note, since I'm writing this to document the journey...the downside to this feeling can be that you start to think that maybe running a 50K ultra 3 weeks after running your first full marathon is a really great idea! You come perilously to actually registering for it...the fact that it's in Calgary and has a strict time limit on it means nothing to you. I'm pretty sure I've talked some sanity into myself...it would be a bad idea...right? Yeah. Bad idea. elevation, hills, it would kick my ass.
...but it's only 8km more...and really what's 8km after 42?
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