May 3, 2015
This morning I ran the Anniversary of the City of Oaxaca 9.5K race, starting at the Plaza de Danza in Oaxaca Centro.
The start was pure vaudeville, and typical for a Oaxaca road race. First the inflatable arc at the start/finish line is blown up. Then it collapses. Then it's up again, reinforced with rope. Collapses again. It's shoved aside, and officials mark the start line with utility tape and runners line up behind it. Over the next few minutes, the unruly mob presses forward. Old ladies, chubbie guys and kids under 10 are all right up front. Some dude appears with a starter pistol, and starts a countdown from ten. The mob has slowly moved about 25 meters onto the course by then, and takes off when the countdown reaches four.
I'd intended to be in about the fourth row of runners, heck I'm fit but I am 58 years old. No need to be right up front. By the time the unruly mob begins to run, I'm back in about the 12th row, behind piles of kids, a stroller, and aforementioned super oldsters and chubby people. I run the first 300 meters or so at maybe a 12 minute mile pace before I settle into my planned sub 8 minute per mile pace.
Why so slow? Well, as said, I'm 58, we are at mile high altitude and I happen to know there is a 2K huge steady uphill at about the 3K mark!
I get to 3K in pretty good order, there's a few ups and downs heading northwest out of town towards the highway to Mexico City, but it's basically flat. I'm setting an honest rhythm, but not killing myself; I'm taking this race as a hard workout, I did not taper for it, I'm at the beginning of training for a Half Marathon in California some 3 months out.
Then the 2K-long hill. I figure I'm gonna buzz by people up this hill by maintaining my rhythm. After all, I train on courses that go from 5000 to 6000 feet and back. But no, we're all training in Oaxaca. I pass maybe 7 people, and about the same number pass me.
We crest the hill a few meters shy of the halfway mark. I'm passing a few, and some smart runners who went out easy are passing me on the down slope. We settle into a groove on the flat, I'm working to relax and get in my flow. Going good, but not racing per se. Some of the people I catch want to race, and I ignore it. Some who go by me are really "making a move", which I also ignore. I'm running near redline but not going into it, working my own rhythm, and I'm not wasting energy varying my pace.
There is a small amount of prize money on the line today, so I guess that ups how competitive people are. I've been racing since age 15 in 1972, I still get competitive, but I see no point in being competitive in the first half of a long distance race! Why waste energy? My ideal these days is to run negative splits, especially if I'm looking to compete. I prefer to run my own pace the first half, establish the right rhythm, then hit the gas in the second half.
Now past halfway, we buzz down the main drag separating the north and south of the city, Ninos Heroes de Chapultepec (aka the Pan American Highway). We hook a right at the baseball stadium, circumnavigating the center of town, heading gently downhill, then take a right on Morelos for a long straight drive to the finish. I'm rolling OK, but it's an effort with a week of workouts in my legs and no race taper.
I'm playing it a bit conservative, who knows how long this course really is, and where it will take us! I'm still passing a few, while some relative kids continue to pass me. Then I notice a shift, people are picking it up. With a bit of surprise, I see that we're maybe 500 meters out, straight down Morelos, so I pick it up too.
Probably pass about 4-6 runners over the last 400, kicking but not killing it. I finish in 45:22, and I'm happy about it, my goal for this workout/race was 47:30. I can't complain!
The route was good, cars we're kept off the course. But as usual in Oaxaca, the start was a bit the mess. There was no running clock at the finish, no kilometer markers either. There were two good water stations. Nice! I usually don't drink water in a 10K, but I woke up feeling dehydrated so I was happy to drink at both today.
There were oranges, bananas, and gatorade at the finish, along with a free water bottle. Well, that's pretty cool cause the race was free! I didn't get a shirt, but I heard there were some.
I had to split right away to rejoin my family for a Sunday morning outing, so I have no idea what place I was. I'm gonna say somewhere between 100 - 150th place out of roughly 1000 participants. The tracking of results tends to be pretty slipshod locally. In 7 plus years here, I've only seen chip timing used once.
The most impressive thing about racing in Oaxaca is the quality of the fields. People here are born to altitude, always a plus in distance running. This is an area of Mexico with a high amount of indigenous people, they are stocky and strong as hell. Even some folks with a few extra pounds do okay running these races, provided they make the effort to get fit. Before living here, I was in Portland Oregon for two years, and I raced a lot. I got used to winning or being in the top 3 in my age category. That has yet to happen in Oaxaca!
Sunday, May 3, 2015
Sunday, March 22, 2015
Race Review: Medio Maraton Internacional, Oaxaca, Mexico
Here's a capsule review of the 1st Media Maraton (Half Marathon) Internacional in Oaxaca, Mexico.
The race was today and I want to get down some impressions of it.
It was a big deal for Oaxaca in terms of distance running as nearly 2000 runners took part. The course started at the CASA de Artes in the outlying village of San Agustin Etla, a gorgeous spot nestled in verdant hills. It finished at the IAGO, Institute de Artes Graphicas de Oaxaca in the center of the the city of Oaxaca.
Local big-shot artist Francisco Toledo apparently had something to do with the founding of the race. He's not only an excellent artist, but an altruistic dude. It's cool that he lent his hand, but unfortunately the organization of the event was lacking, probably no fault of our local artistic hero.
The course itself was good, lots of gradual ups and downs. Challenging but not super tough. At about the 16.5 kilometer mark, runners begin a climb up Cerro del Fortin, a 2K hill. It is very rough to run this big, long hill at this stage of the race. It was a fairly hot morning, and that was a factor, at least for a gringo like me.
There were a good five water stations along the way, very well done. This is something they got right. Thanks!
I searched online results, and none are up as of the day after the event. I'm curious as to the winners and age-group leaders.
Sadly, the good news ends there. The first edition of the race was OK on the actual course, but the overall organization was very poor.
I signed up two weeks in advance, which mattered for nothing. Numbers were distributed the evening before the race in a botched 2.75 hour debacle with huge lines and a lack of organization and efficiency.
On race morning, I arrived at the start area, along with nearly 2000 others, and there were NO portable toilets. With a friend, I tried to hit the rest rooms (they are large and very nice) in the CASA de Artes San Agustin, but we were blocked by security. I headed to the woods and conducted my business there.
The start was an unorganized and haphazard.
The impatient mob started to run, unbidden, but the officials managed to call the runners back, reformed the mob about 80 meters onto the course, and restarted about ten very edgy minutes later.
The race started on a narrow lane leading from the CASA de Artes. Lots of crowding and bumping ensued, with tons of very slow runners up front.
Finally, there were absolutely no distance markets anywhere on the course.
I ran the race, and at the end, I was handed a t-shirt and medal, a water bottle and a banana, which I greatly appreciated.
It was an overall good experience for me, indeed it was only the second time I've ever attempted the half marathon distance, and the first time I finished it. I never found that rhythmical groove that I look for in a long run, but paced myself decently and ground out a 1:50:08 performance. My goal was simply to finish, so I'm happy.
I tried once before to do a Half back in '78 when I'd just turned 21. I had no idea how to approach the race, and ran about a 5:35 - 40 per mile pace for 8 miles and then walked the rest of the way. It was not fun, a real lesson in long distance running for a miler.
Later on, at age 32, I finished a 20K race in 1:14:51, but I literally could not have run one more step. Clearly, I'm a middle distance guy at heart, and the 21K distance is a real challenge for me.
In conclusion, this race has a way to go to earn the respect of the local running community. Race organizers, do your research and improve the experience for the Oaxaca running community next time around. It's great to have this event in Oaxaca, just need to tidy up a few key details.
The race was today and I want to get down some impressions of it.
It was a big deal for Oaxaca in terms of distance running as nearly 2000 runners took part. The course started at the CASA de Artes in the outlying village of San Agustin Etla, a gorgeous spot nestled in verdant hills. It finished at the IAGO, Institute de Artes Graphicas de Oaxaca in the center of the the city of Oaxaca.
Local big-shot artist Francisco Toledo apparently had something to do with the founding of the race. He's not only an excellent artist, but an altruistic dude. It's cool that he lent his hand, but unfortunately the organization of the event was lacking, probably no fault of our local artistic hero.
The course itself was good, lots of gradual ups and downs. Challenging but not super tough. At about the 16.5 kilometer mark, runners begin a climb up Cerro del Fortin, a 2K hill. It is very rough to run this big, long hill at this stage of the race. It was a fairly hot morning, and that was a factor, at least for a gringo like me.
There were a good five water stations along the way, very well done. This is something they got right. Thanks!
I searched online results, and none are up as of the day after the event. I'm curious as to the winners and age-group leaders.
Sadly, the good news ends there. The first edition of the race was OK on the actual course, but the overall organization was very poor.
I signed up two weeks in advance, which mattered for nothing. Numbers were distributed the evening before the race in a botched 2.75 hour debacle with huge lines and a lack of organization and efficiency.
On race morning, I arrived at the start area, along with nearly 2000 others, and there were NO portable toilets. With a friend, I tried to hit the rest rooms (they are large and very nice) in the CASA de Artes San Agustin, but we were blocked by security. I headed to the woods and conducted my business there.
The start was an unorganized and haphazard.
The impatient mob started to run, unbidden, but the officials managed to call the runners back, reformed the mob about 80 meters onto the course, and restarted about ten very edgy minutes later.
The race started on a narrow lane leading from the CASA de Artes. Lots of crowding and bumping ensued, with tons of very slow runners up front.
Finally, there were absolutely no distance markets anywhere on the course.
I ran the race, and at the end, I was handed a t-shirt and medal, a water bottle and a banana, which I greatly appreciated.
It was an overall good experience for me, indeed it was only the second time I've ever attempted the half marathon distance, and the first time I finished it. I never found that rhythmical groove that I look for in a long run, but paced myself decently and ground out a 1:50:08 performance. My goal was simply to finish, so I'm happy.
I tried once before to do a Half back in '78 when I'd just turned 21. I had no idea how to approach the race, and ran about a 5:35 - 40 per mile pace for 8 miles and then walked the rest of the way. It was not fun, a real lesson in long distance running for a miler.
Later on, at age 32, I finished a 20K race in 1:14:51, but I literally could not have run one more step. Clearly, I'm a middle distance guy at heart, and the 21K distance is a real challenge for me.
In conclusion, this race has a way to go to earn the respect of the local running community. Race organizers, do your research and improve the experience for the Oaxaca running community next time around. It's great to have this event in Oaxaca, just need to tidy up a few key details.
Saturday, March 7, 2015
Caballo Blanco Ultra Cancelled: Bummer
Huge bummer to hear this news.
Here's a NY Times article on it.
My sometimes running mate Richard Stoutner was 23rd last year out of a field of 700+, no mean achievement over 80 kilometers.
http://www.nytimes.com/2015/03/07/sports/caballo-blanco-ultramarathon-is-canceled-over-threat-of-drug-violence.html?emc=eta1&_r=0
Steve
Here's a NY Times article on it.
My sometimes running mate Richard Stoutner was 23rd last year out of a field of 700+, no mean achievement over 80 kilometers.
http://www.nytimes.com/2015/03/07/sports/caballo-blanco-ultramarathon-is-canceled-over-threat-of-drug-violence.html?emc=eta1&_r=0
Steve
Thursday, March 5, 2015
Hey Dallas Running Community
I've been doing some writing for the great distance running site RunGuides, which offers info on races all over the US and Canada, along with a ton of great articles on the sport.
I've recently composed a series of articles on the best 2015 Dallas races in a range of categories from 5K on up to Marathons and Ultras.
Soon I'll put up a link to my next batch of articles, on best Seattle races for 2015.
I've recently composed a series of articles on the best 2015 Dallas races in a range of categories from 5K on up to Marathons and Ultras.
Soon I'll put up a link to my next batch of articles, on best Seattle races for 2015.
Big Cedar Ultra Run
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
The Trail Relay Has Arrived
I've been bitten by the trail running bug. A few months ago, I ran a mountain trail race here in Oaxaca, and it was the most fun I've had racing since high school cross country. I just heard about a new wrinkle in trail running: The Trail Relay!
The Ragnar Trail Cascades is an overnight running relay at the Loup Loup Ski Bowl in the state of Washington. Here's the rap from the official race website:
"Introducing Ragnar Trail Cascades-WA, an overnight trail running relay created for those with an adventurous spirit. Nestled in the heart of the Methow Valley among evergreen trees and endless views, Ragnar Trail Cascades will ignite your inner wild with a challenging course, vibrant sunrise/sunsets, and billions of stars. Crisp mountain air will fill your lungs as you conquer three different loops of trail running which feature awe-inspiring vistas of the Cascade Mountains. Ragnar Village offers both solitude and a party vibe as teams camp in and around the nearby Loup Loup Ski Area, make s'mores, star gaze, listen to live music, and cuddle up around the campfire with other Ragnarians."
Complete course info is also at the site, and it's enticing to read, beckoning a certain stripe of runner (well a certain type of relay team) to adventure. If I could do this run, I would! As I say, I've been bitten by the trail running bug, and also I'm a relay guy at heart, having churned out a steady stream of sub-two minute legs of the two-mile relay as an undergraduate at UMass some eons ago.
The Ragnar Trail Cascades is an overnight running relay at the Loup Loup Ski Bowl in the state of Washington. Here's the rap from the official race website:
"Introducing Ragnar Trail Cascades-WA, an overnight trail running relay created for those with an adventurous spirit. Nestled in the heart of the Methow Valley among evergreen trees and endless views, Ragnar Trail Cascades will ignite your inner wild with a challenging course, vibrant sunrise/sunsets, and billions of stars. Crisp mountain air will fill your lungs as you conquer three different loops of trail running which feature awe-inspiring vistas of the Cascade Mountains. Ragnar Village offers both solitude and a party vibe as teams camp in and around the nearby Loup Loup Ski Area, make s'mores, star gaze, listen to live music, and cuddle up around the campfire with other Ragnarians."
Complete course info is also at the site, and it's enticing to read, beckoning a certain stripe of runner (well a certain type of relay team) to adventure. If I could do this run, I would! As I say, I've been bitten by the trail running bug, and also I'm a relay guy at heart, having churned out a steady stream of sub-two minute legs of the two-mile relay as an undergraduate at UMass some eons ago.
Sunday, January 25, 2015
More Beach Intervals: Stealth and Slant Six on the Sand
Why am I the Grumpy Runner? Because at 57, I can no longer run like the wind at will. Why am I the luckiest man alive? Because at 57, I can still almost run like the wind any old time (being 57 is much better that not being 57, that is to say, no longer above the ground.) But I digress--let's talk about running at an angle in soft sand and messing up your ankles.
I find myself again at my favorite place for intervals/speed training, the beach town of San Agustinillo, Oaxaca. With it's gorgeous stretch of flat packed sand facing the Pacific, it's the perfect locale to buzz out barefoot intervals. Busting down the beach at a brisk clip just after dawn is my idea of a real good time. We pulled in yesterday after the six-hour winding mountain road drive at dusk. I trotted half a mile down the beach and back to shake off the effects of the curvy roads by sheer cliffs, happily contemplating the next morning's workout.
But there's a problem. Gotta hit the beach at 7 a.m., unless you are a glutton for heat running. This morning I knock down a tasty cup of decaf and head to the beach only to find the tide is in. This means slanted running. The beach dumps right to the surf at a pitched angle and the sand is soft. No fun. If I run fast there, I mess up my ankles and arches big time.
Strapping on my shoes, I hit the road for a few out-and-back miles up the coastal highway through the next town of Mazunte (think dread-locked Eurohippies) and beyond. Looking for a bit of a workout, I pick up the pace and hit a negative split on the return.
I'm resigned to running some mid-day intervals in the heat once the tide is out and the beach is flat and fast, but by mid-morning it's looking pretty good, the tide is almost out, and I stride up and down for a couple 600 meter repeats. Enough for now, insists my stomach, which I recently loaded with pancakes.
The day turns out hot, but not crazy hot. The sea is refreshing and I go on to do a few more repeats, at mid-day, 3 @ 150 medium fast and 2 @ 600 medium. Good enough. I'm here for a week. I often overdo it on the first day and my legs are sore as heck all week. So this year, I'll try to mete out just punishment enough each day so I can keep rolling.
Stealth & Speed
On our second full day in San Agustinillo, the tide is in come morning and I don't want to run on the soft, slanted beach. So I forget about it for a couple hours and have fun with the kids during a morning dip in the Pacific. By 9:30 or so, the tide has edged out sufficiently to open up a piece of beach I can run on, but we are about to sit down at Mexico Lindo, a great palapa restaurant, for breakfast on the beach.
Lucky for me, we discover that we forgot our snorkle gear, so I head back to the cabana and somehow manage to fit in a warmup run and a 600 meter trot at a brisk pace before returning for breakfast.
Over the course of the day, amongst family activities, I sneak in another snappy 600, then later 2 @ 300 and 4 @ 200, all pretty quick. I'm not thinking about it as any sort of complete workout, but I realize by the end of the day that my legs are a bit sore so I kinda got it right. I'm also pleased that I stuck to my "no sprinting" rule, I don't want to mess myself up hitting top gear without a proper warm up (or this early in the week.)
If This is Tuesday...
OK I'm running a middle distance workout today, 10:30 a.m. already plenty hot on the beach, but the tide is headed out and there is a bit of breeze. I buzz out 4 @ 650 meters at what feels like a mile race pace. Remember that feeling you'd get in a high school mile? "I'm only a lap and a half in and I'm this tired?!" That's what I'm looking for, and I found it on the second repeat. Sure, I'm racing mostly 10K these days and thinking of tackling a half marathon, but I'm a miler at heart. I keep the rest between repeats at a bit over 2 minutes, and that's what makes it hurt.
Wednesday, I'm not running beach intervals today. Three days in a row is plenty for now! See you on the sand tomorrow.
OK, Thursday.
I did not get on the beach until after 3:00 p.m. today. It's hot and I'm more inclined to a siesta in the hammock that intervals on the beach, but I'm a trooper so here we go. Did I mention I'm on vacation here in San Agustinillo? There are amazing fresh fish fillets grilled in garlic, sublime fish tacos, boutique Italian spots run by actual Italians. Good food all around, and too much of it.
Eating too much is no excuse, so I soldier onto the beach and knock out a respectable 4 @ 650 with maybe 2.5 minutes between repeats. Not quite as fast as Tuesday, but darn close. I finish off the workout with 3 @ 150 - 180, working up to 80 - 85% speed. Still not sprinting, but not too far away either. It's exhilarating to work up to that relaxed yet intense full on middle-distance race cadence, as life-affirming an experience as any!
An hour later I try a couple 80 meter strides a bit slower to see what my legs think about today's workout. They think: Enough for now, dude!
Fried Egg
It's Friday and I'm a bit the fried egg. I've been sticking workouts and (elements of workouts) between family activities as the beach is still not good for fast running at 7:00 a.m. Running in the hottest part of the day is a bit of a challenge, even on the crest of the ocean with it's cooling effect. So today I grind out my 4 @ 650 meters with about 2:30 between in pretty good order at 3:00 p.m. It's work and my legs are a bit sore.
No further complaints! I've done five interval workouts since Sunday, courting the edge of oxygen debt a goodly number of times. Legs are pleasantly sore without being wrecked. Last year here, by the end of the week my legs were pretty ruined. I did a bigger volume of repeats then, but why overtax the system? I have three years of increasing my overall distance/volume in my legs, so a week of medium-hard effort intervals is appropriate.
I finish off today's workout with another fast burst, 100 meters at 85 - 90% effort. It's wonderful to open up my heart, mind and body to running like that, sort of collecting on the ecstatic promise of what is possible for a human being to do.
Headed Home
Before stepping in the car for the six hour drive back to Oaxaca city over the mountains, I step on the beach at 7:30. The sand is just firm enough today to buzz one more 650, fastest of the week. I guess you can call it intervals if you run just one!
I find myself again at my favorite place for intervals/speed training, the beach town of San Agustinillo, Oaxaca. With it's gorgeous stretch of flat packed sand facing the Pacific, it's the perfect locale to buzz out barefoot intervals. Busting down the beach at a brisk clip just after dawn is my idea of a real good time. We pulled in yesterday after the six-hour winding mountain road drive at dusk. I trotted half a mile down the beach and back to shake off the effects of the curvy roads by sheer cliffs, happily contemplating the next morning's workout.
But there's a problem. Gotta hit the beach at 7 a.m., unless you are a glutton for heat running. This morning I knock down a tasty cup of decaf and head to the beach only to find the tide is in. This means slanted running. The beach dumps right to the surf at a pitched angle and the sand is soft. No fun. If I run fast there, I mess up my ankles and arches big time.
Strapping on my shoes, I hit the road for a few out-and-back miles up the coastal highway through the next town of Mazunte (think dread-locked Eurohippies) and beyond. Looking for a bit of a workout, I pick up the pace and hit a negative split on the return.
I'm resigned to running some mid-day intervals in the heat once the tide is out and the beach is flat and fast, but by mid-morning it's looking pretty good, the tide is almost out, and I stride up and down for a couple 600 meter repeats. Enough for now, insists my stomach, which I recently loaded with pancakes.
The day turns out hot, but not crazy hot. The sea is refreshing and I go on to do a few more repeats, at mid-day, 3 @ 150 medium fast and 2 @ 600 medium. Good enough. I'm here for a week. I often overdo it on the first day and my legs are sore as heck all week. So this year, I'll try to mete out just punishment enough each day so I can keep rolling.
Stealth & Speed
On our second full day in San Agustinillo, the tide is in come morning and I don't want to run on the soft, slanted beach. So I forget about it for a couple hours and have fun with the kids during a morning dip in the Pacific. By 9:30 or so, the tide has edged out sufficiently to open up a piece of beach I can run on, but we are about to sit down at Mexico Lindo, a great palapa restaurant, for breakfast on the beach.
Lucky for me, we discover that we forgot our snorkle gear, so I head back to the cabana and somehow manage to fit in a warmup run and a 600 meter trot at a brisk pace before returning for breakfast.
Over the course of the day, amongst family activities, I sneak in another snappy 600, then later 2 @ 300 and 4 @ 200, all pretty quick. I'm not thinking about it as any sort of complete workout, but I realize by the end of the day that my legs are a bit sore so I kinda got it right. I'm also pleased that I stuck to my "no sprinting" rule, I don't want to mess myself up hitting top gear without a proper warm up (or this early in the week.)
If This is Tuesday...
OK I'm running a middle distance workout today, 10:30 a.m. already plenty hot on the beach, but the tide is headed out and there is a bit of breeze. I buzz out 4 @ 650 meters at what feels like a mile race pace. Remember that feeling you'd get in a high school mile? "I'm only a lap and a half in and I'm this tired?!" That's what I'm looking for, and I found it on the second repeat. Sure, I'm racing mostly 10K these days and thinking of tackling a half marathon, but I'm a miler at heart. I keep the rest between repeats at a bit over 2 minutes, and that's what makes it hurt.
Wednesday, I'm not running beach intervals today. Three days in a row is plenty for now! See you on the sand tomorrow.
OK, Thursday.
I did not get on the beach until after 3:00 p.m. today. It's hot and I'm more inclined to a siesta in the hammock that intervals on the beach, but I'm a trooper so here we go. Did I mention I'm on vacation here in San Agustinillo? There are amazing fresh fish fillets grilled in garlic, sublime fish tacos, boutique Italian spots run by actual Italians. Good food all around, and too much of it.
Eating too much is no excuse, so I soldier onto the beach and knock out a respectable 4 @ 650 with maybe 2.5 minutes between repeats. Not quite as fast as Tuesday, but darn close. I finish off the workout with 3 @ 150 - 180, working up to 80 - 85% speed. Still not sprinting, but not too far away either. It's exhilarating to work up to that relaxed yet intense full on middle-distance race cadence, as life-affirming an experience as any!
An hour later I try a couple 80 meter strides a bit slower to see what my legs think about today's workout. They think: Enough for now, dude!
Fried Egg
It's Friday and I'm a bit the fried egg. I've been sticking workouts and (elements of workouts) between family activities as the beach is still not good for fast running at 7:00 a.m. Running in the hottest part of the day is a bit of a challenge, even on the crest of the ocean with it's cooling effect. So today I grind out my 4 @ 650 meters with about 2:30 between in pretty good order at 3:00 p.m. It's work and my legs are a bit sore.
No further complaints! I've done five interval workouts since Sunday, courting the edge of oxygen debt a goodly number of times. Legs are pleasantly sore without being wrecked. Last year here, by the end of the week my legs were pretty ruined. I did a bigger volume of repeats then, but why overtax the system? I have three years of increasing my overall distance/volume in my legs, so a week of medium-hard effort intervals is appropriate.
I finish off today's workout with another fast burst, 100 meters at 85 - 90% effort. It's wonderful to open up my heart, mind and body to running like that, sort of collecting on the ecstatic promise of what is possible for a human being to do.
Headed Home
Before stepping in the car for the six hour drive back to Oaxaca city over the mountains, I step on the beach at 7:30. The sand is just firm enough today to buzz one more 650, fastest of the week. I guess you can call it intervals if you run just one!
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Cappadocia Ultra Trail: A Great Challenge for Ultra Runners
Hey Ultra Runners, here's a real challenge for those of you who love an Ultra in a beautiful, rugged and exotic setting. The Cappadocia Ultra Trail takes place in Urgup, Turkey, in the hills and valleys of Cappadocia, a UNESCO world heritage site, on October 24 and 25, 2015. Participants can choose between 110, 62 or 33 kilometer events.
Visit the race web site at the above link for registration information and course maps.
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