Running great distances is mostly done with your head…and with your heart. The human body is capable of amazing physical deeds. If we could just free ourselves from our perceived limitations and tap into our internal fire, the possibilities are endless!
If anyone wth real experience or who has done meaningful research on this has an opinion, please let me know.
So yeah, I’m training for the Leadville 100 - a trail race that’s entirely over 9000 feet. I live at 5500, so it’s not going to be complete murder. But I’m trying to figure out what I should be doing in training to help mitigate the altitude. From what I gather, aside from actually living at 10k+ feet for a few weeks, running at altitude won’t make any sort of physiological difference. There will be some psychological benefits to doing it - it won’t be as big of a shock on race day. But no extra red blood cells will be created.
There’s also the idea that training at high altitude will tax my body more and allow me to do the equivalent of a tempo workout while running slower - so less beating on my muscular-skeletal system. I’m not sure how much I care about saving myself a little bit of beating.
Right now, I’m of the opinion that my best possible option is to increase my overall fitness and VO2 max so that I start faster before the altitude tax kicks in. So I’m currently planning on not doing any high altitude runs specifically for the altitude . I’ll do some trail runs up there just to try to mimic race conditions, though. Any opinions?
The Australian ex-model Turia Pitt suffered burns to 65 percent of her body, lost her fingers and thumb on her right hand and spent five months in hospital after she was trapped by a grassfire in a 100 kilometre ultra-marathon in the Kimberley. Her boyfriend decided to quit his job to care for her recovery. Days ago, in an interview for CNN they asked him:
“Did you at any moment think about leaving her and hiring someone to take care of her and moving on with your life?”
His reply touched the world:
“I married her soul, her character, and she’s the only woman that will continue to fulfill my dreams.”
This is me… (mood) Trying to sort out what is happening next week.
In the last 24 hours, I cancelled my trip to the desert, (almost) gave away ticket, rescheduled, flip-flopped camps, and somehow returned to my original plan (minus my bestie–so sad).
Two choices: chuck the RV and go the route that gets me there Sunday (this means tent camping. Word.) Or, stick with the RV and drive ten hours on Monday from Utah and just make peace with the fact that I may get stuck in a very long line with the other RV’s and get little or no sleep the night before I run 32 miles in the desert, and/or still be in line and miss my 3:30 AM start time. Hmmm… Decisions, decisions:)
Not the worst problem a girl could have. It’s all up to the universe anyway❤️
People think I’m crazy to put myself through such torture, though I would argue otherwise. Somewhere along the line we seem to have confused comfort with happiness. Dostoyevsky had it right: ‘Suffering is the sole origin of consciousness.’ Never are my senses more engaged than when the pain sets in. There is a magic in misery. Just ask any runner.
Whatever song you have in your head had better be a good one. Whatever story you are telling yourself had better be a story about going on. There is no room for negativity. The reason most people quit has nothing to do with their body.
3 years ago, I watched thousands of runners attempt the Chicago Marathon, while I stood at the corner of Jackson & State and ate a donut. Since then I’ve run it twice, and I’m currently training for a 50 mile ultra marathon in November. This whole running thing still blows my mind. Never in a million years did I ever imagine running to become my athletic activity of choice, or for that matter, a core part of my lifestyle. I can’t thank my Chicago run family enough for getting me started, and my Maine squad for continuing to push and support me in my crazy endeavors.