I thought for sure the altitude was going to be the problem for me this race. It was definitely more difficult to breath, but that wasn't nearly as troublesome as the lead legs I developed from running uphill for so long. I slowed to a walk at several aid stations to get something to drink and couldn't believe how difficult it was to get back into a running pace again. My legs just didn't want to cooperate.
The scene above was one that frequently took place. I would come around a corner only to see a steep incline with a series of unforgiving switchbacks. That's me at the bottom and those little specks at the top were runners that were way, way ahead of me.
There were two small sections of downhill running. At mile 9 and mile 11. I got so giddy that I almost broke into a sprint because it felt so good to change it up. Those brief changes in elevation were just that...brief. They were always followed by more uphill trudging.
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