I never really did a true wrap-up of the Kahtoola Mountain Run, so I’ll just do a quickie here.
My very good friend Abbey told me about this race, and I knew I wanted to do it. It sounded fun and challenging and scary. And it was all of the above. But a week before the race, I was seriously doubting my own sanity at signing up. I mean, I’m not a hardcore runner — people who do mountain runs are tough. I’m not tough. There was a lot of self doubt. Especially when I went to my favorite running store and the owner gave a bit of a laugh and asked if I was crazy after I told him about the race. Who was I kidding?
No matter how many times Abbey assured me it would be OK, I still was shaking as the race started.
But let me tell you. It was awesome. And amazing. And exhilarating. And oh-so-much fun! I really did have to push myself during the race. A lot. There were so many hills: big ones, small ones, steep ones, flat ones. It was (seemingly) hill after hill after hill. And at the top of every single one of them, I thought I might have to pass out — or at least sit down for a rest. But I didn’t. I refocused and charged on.
And I was part of something awesome. Abbey and I were part of this crew of, like, hardcore runners. Running through sometimes knee-deep snow from our fresh blizzardy Michigan winter.
It was an amazing experience, and I am already looking forward to next year. But I think I’ll do the 8k. You know, two laps round the course. I can do it. Cuz I’m all hardcore and stuff now.
Oh yeah, did I mention that I actually came in first in my age group and 17th overall for the 4k? I still find this hard to believe.
Special thanks to Mac Fowler for serving as a marvelous event photographer!