Done! Twice before breakfast!
The quote from the linked article below was the original inspiration for this post. But me being me, I couldn't resist a good masturbation joke. Did I mention that I'm 30 fuckin' years old now?
"I love my bike because I’m trying to learn how to love myself. That’s the truth. Drink to that."
One more week of fixing my knee and then (hopefully) back to jogging. Love me some jogging.
Back to the States in 5 days.
About 12 weeks until the TNF Chile 50 miler.
New race in Chile this year. Think I'll go. Looks good:
Vulcano Ultra Trail 2013 - Episodio 1 from Vulcano Ultra Trail on Vimeo.
Actually, there's another new race in Chile this year. But, to me, Andes Infernal is really more of a stunt. It's a 60k ultra with 17,700 ft of gain, which supposedly would make it the race with the most elevation change per kilometer in the world (aside from Vertical K races). Also, it summits Cerro El Plomo, which tops out at over 17,000 ft. above sea level. I'm no expert on altitude...but isn't rapidly ascending to 17,000 ft. sort of dangerous?
With Hardrock wrapping up today and thinking about altitude and my natural inclination towards being a pussy: I don't think that a race as high as this Andes Infernal sounds like fun at all. I suppose if I had the time to acclimate and train up high for a few months before hand, I might consider it...
...which leads me to ramble incoherently about something that's been sticking in my mind lately. I don't know what to think about this hypoxic tent business that's suddenly very much in trail/mountain running. It sort of rubs me the wrong way.
...speaking of rubbing me...
3rd time's a charm, right?