Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I didn't make it to the finish line at White River this weekend. Made it to Suntop, at Mile 37, but didn't make the cutoff. I definitely could've made my way to the finish line, but I was moving slow. If you know the course, you know from here it all downhill, followed by a plod through Skookum Flats.
I was nauseous for the first climb and descent. The left leg-hip issues persisted, so I could never climb too fast, or descend that way. Some of it was fitness, some of it was a stomach that wasn't race ready. I don't know. The second hill was a real slog, with mostly walking.
Beautiful day. Wildflowers, booming view of Rainier, happy faces. While a finish would be good, I'm not too bothered by this. I just can't get too worked up about it. I am only getting back on the horse again, probably three months removed from not being able to run at all. And I got in my longest run in maybe a year, on a beautiful day. Plus, it was great to see so many friends.
I was nauseous for the first climb and descent. The left leg-hip issues persisted, so I could never climb too fast, or descend that way. Some of it was fitness, some of it was a stomach that wasn't race ready. I don't know. The second hill was a real slog, with mostly walking.
Beautiful day. Wildflowers, booming view of Rainier, happy faces. While a finish would be good, I'm not too bothered by this. I just can't get too worked up about it. I am only getting back on the horse again, probably three months removed from not being able to run at all. And I got in my longest run in maybe a year, on a beautiful day. Plus, it was great to see so many friends.