I could tell by the top of the hill out of Copa this morning that my 29km was going to be hard work. My legs felt leaden and I was breathing hard. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. I expected to be fresher after two easy running days, and wondered whether I was coming down with something. I considered cutting the run short, but if I wasn’t actually ill, I couldn’t think of a good excuse.
|I used to be pretty quick up hills, even aged 38.|
|Runners near the finish of a recent edition of the|
Mount Washington Road Race (7.6 miles and 4560 ft)