I wish I had a picture of it. Along the dark, snow-dusted
path was nothing but me and the prints of whatever critter was running ahead. Only the faint amber light of the street
lamps up the hill revealed them. I
looked ahead and just where the horizon met the darkness, the critter was
stopped, looking over its shoulder at my approach. Sam (yes, I named it) scurried ahead a few
yards to disappearing into the darkness, but only momentarily. My strides
carried me forward to where I could see Sam again, stopped and looking back at
me for a second before taking off.
We played this game a few times, covering maybe a mile,
before I had to turn around. It was
nine degrees Fahrenheit and I was at about 9,100 feet above sea level. Dinner was about ready, prepared back at the
condo by Bao and Emily, so that night’s run had to be short. I covered five and a half beautifully peaceful yet
challenging miles.
It’s not often than I get to run in the Rocky Mountains
of Colorado. I read about elevation
training all the time- Ryan Hall, Meb Keflezighi and the rest of the Mammoth Track Club
train at 7,800 feet. Dr. Jack Daniels, TNT National head coach, is
a big fan. And though he
believes it takes weeks of training at altitude to see the benefits, I still
wanted to get me some.
Happy to be running. Surprised? |
Sunday morning I woke relatively early, at 7:41AM,
excited to get out the door. I borrowed
Bao’s Camel-pak (I didn’t think to bring mine), grabbed the Gu that Emily
bought me the day before, threw on a few layers, and headed out into the 14
degree Fahrenheit, partly cloudy day.
This time, I brought my iPhone to take pictures.
My legs felt heavy- a symptom of the altitude I’m sure,
but probably also a result of the day of snowboarding we had on Saturday. And ok, maybe the rum and Cokes we had the
night before, too. I seemed to have
forgotten my heart rate monitor, so I measured my effort the old fashion way-
by my breathing- and set out at an E3 level.
This was about an 11 minute per mile pace, much slower than I usually
do, but not surprising.
View from the condo |
I warmed up after a while and adjusted to a 10:30 pace,
and at some stretches, sub 10. I stopped
to take pictures along the route, and to Gu.
I passed a few dog walkers. Eventually there were other runners, but not
many.
I was hoping to find the critter prints from Friday
night, but the path was clear… until it wasn’t.
It seems the town on Dillon maintains the path quite nicely, but once I
was beyond the town limit, I found myself trudging through some four inches of
snow. No big deal- most of it was
stomped down by those who took the trail before me.
A sign to my right encouraged angling. |
About 4 miles in, the trail got more treacherous, almost
disappearing. Deep boot prints, about 6
to 8 inches deep were all that marked the direction. And the path
diverged. I stopped to consider my
options. Robert Frost would have
suggested I take the road less traveled.
Also, I had told Emily that I
wouldn’t be out more than an hour. I had
felt pretty sluggish that morning, though I prepared for the trek as if I were
going to run a half marathon. Turn back
and call it an 8 mile run or go forward, choosing a path?
Yeah, I went on and followed Mr. Frost’s advice. I took one path that seemed to get smaller
and smaller until it started feeling like I was running in people’s back
yards. It may have not have been a trail
at all. So I turned back. At the point where the paths diverged was a
sign that read Keystone – 2.4 miles, so I figured, I guess I’ll run to
Keystone.
My Salomon XAComp 5s and I tackled the snowy trails. |
My 10 minute per mile pace turned into a 12 minute per
mile pace through the somewhat deep snow.
My effort level was more like a 4.5 than a 3 at that point, as I huffed
and puffed my way through. After
another mile of this, the path cleared a bit- something, maybe a snowmobile,
had packed the snow down pretty good making it easier to progress. I got to the edge of the village, took a Gu,
texted Emily that I decided to run to Keystone and would be back in an hour (she wasn't surprised),
snapped a couple more pictures, and headed back.
With my engine warmed up, I was feeling good. On the way back, I was able to pull off
negative splits. I dipped under 8 minute miles a few times. It’s times like this when I’m seriously thankful for finding
running.
Massive breakfast after. |