I am totally not ready. I've been training for long distance marathon miles, not short steep climbing miles. And believe me, there is a difference. My poor legs will be a shakin' and a twitchin' the whole way up. I'm sure they'll protest and I'm sure we'll have a couple of heated exchanges but hey, these things happen.
And now, a tribute to the mountain:
|The roots at the beginning, where you pull yourself up and hold on for dear life, praying the roots don't snap--they will someday, you know.|
|Men's race a couple of years ago. Photo credit: Frank Baker (thanks, Frank!)|
|Women racers going up, 2009|
|Wheeeee! Women racers going down, 2009. The leaders run down in about 12-13 minutes.|
|Rocked cliff at the bottom of the mountain.|
Pics of men racers heading down to chute to the last 1/2 mile on the road in last year's race.
And last but not least, yours truly almost to the finish of my first Mt. Marathon Race in 2009. Notice how dirty I am--my hair is brown instead of blondish! (I collapsed after I crossed the finish, the the woman ahead of me puked on my shoes, hee, hee.)
And finally, a link to my essay in this week's newspaper: Loving and fearing the mountain.
Cheers and enjoy the Fourth and whatever runs/races/family time you have planned.