This past week I was running at 7000+ feet. Gratefully all of my runs were short ones (6-ish miles and under). The altitude kicked my butt. Then I came back home and ran 18 miles at near-sea level. For some reason that didn't seem any easier. In fact, it kicked my butt moreso. I think I prefer the short runs at high altitude, quite honestly.
I have 5 weeks left until the race. I have one more long run... 20 miles. I know I can do it but it would be nice if it didn't make me feel like I was going to die. A month ago I wasn't sure I would make it this far. I wish I could say I was more confident about finishing the race. There's a bit of a gap from 20 miles to 26.2. Of course, I'll still be out there on November 23rd lining up with all of the other crazy people.
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