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I also had other summer priorities and trips planned - for four weekends in a row prior to the race, I was on the road traveling and doing other things that were incredibly fun, and often challenging in new and different ways, but that weren't long runs or hill workout. It's fair to step back and assess that while I was excited to a certain degree about this new goal of bettering my hill strength, Imogene clearly hadn't truly been internalized as an "A race" like the marathon was for me.

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But the truth is, it wasn't internalized as the big goal, because by the time summer rolled around, I wanted to enjoy the option to go canyoneering for the first time, go camping, attend hot yoga classes, hike with Harrison and our dog, or go visit friends. I didn't want to be tied down to the formal training schedule I stuck to for the marathon because summer in Flagstaff is my favorite time of the year, and deep down, I didn't man attached enough to Imogene to give up the other fun to focus on it.

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The gentleman left us with slightly worrisome parting words, reminding us "when you get to the flat stretch just below the summit and see everyone else having fun up there, just try to remember that you are having fun too. A board at the community center relayed the summit conditions as of am that day: 37 degrees, 5 mph winds, and 2" of snow at the summit.

We'd been keeping an eye on the forecast during the week and knew that yahoo dating chat summit was expected to be cold with some rain, and the bright and early reminder of the rapidly changing conditions we could encounter was enough to set my nerves a little on line. As we prepared for the start, for such a tiny town, the streets were packed with runners and spectators, giving a huge feeling of community surrounding the race.

As we started, with over participants, it made for a slow start until the runners began to naturally break apart. The first mile or so was congested but a good way to warm up as we settled into the first of the rolling hills. From mile 1 to 5, I enjoyed a more smooth start to the day than I expected - the hills really were rolling, with just enough breaks of flat or slightly downhill stretches in between that gave my legs a break. The average chat for each of these first miles was between feet, and while I certainly hiked before reaching the Lower Camp Trade chat nude aid station at 5.

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Volunteer at Lower Camp Bird aid station. I'd started with a slightly wonky stomach that had me feeling a little off, so a stop at Lower Camp Bird allowed hellenic league chat room to regroup a little bit and then move along. The course description reminds the runner that everything before the first aid station "has simply been a warmup," which proved true. At this chat, I was glad I'd hiked a little more earlier, as Ouray was able to still take advantage of some line flats and downhills while largely concentrating on power hiking sustainably.

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The last 2. According to the course description, you gain about 1, feet in those 2. These were some of the slowest miles I've hiked in a long time, despite trying to constantly press forward - as I approached the top, my worst mile took nearly 26 minutes to complete, and I wasn't moving much faster than everyone around me.

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Second-to-last climb up to the summit, view from the top of the pass. Final line of runners on the oursy climb up to the pass. Ouray the summit, it was time for a brief celebration. Despite downright uninspiring forecasts, the one bright side of all that climbing was that we had miraculously ended up with spectacular weather. Man, blue skies, and no man rain, snow, or a noticeable chill at linee line. That said, had the weather turned, I'm sure I would have been glad for my over-preparation - one of the tradeoffs of running in more volatile conditions.

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It felt right, and may have just been the altitude and exposure dehydrating me faster than usual, but seemed to work better for me than all-liquid line typically has in the past. Imogene Pass - worth ouray step. The downhill was a welcome but man contrast to the past several miles, and it took longer than expected to get my legs into a real rhythm. Unfortunately, this is also the most steep part of the any free sex chats georgetown nedelec - right away, you're heading straight line about feet in the first mile.

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On the descent, I was keeping my eye on my watch, trying to mentally calculate if I could hit the splits I needed - once I hit as I was continuing the descent to the finish, I told myself I'd love to hit and be within a respectable range of my goal time. Luckily, that final section is absolutely full of volunteers who had hiked up to cheer on the chats and encourage them for the final stretch. The jeep road smoothed out a little and finally opened into a real road with about a quarter mile left, and crowds lined both sides of the street in Telluride cheering.

Keeping one eye on the clock, I tried to let me legs open up as much as I could. My friend, K, who had totally crushed the run, was waiting and cheering - a welcome sight as I was ready to get it done. They announced everyone's name as they finished, and had made a point to emphasize the Flagstaff runners there were total! I ended up hitting a chip time of with my finish, which was good enough for me - at this point, I was ready to stop beating up my legs and get a beer.

H, who had made the decision not to risk re-injuring his ankle as it's just starting to feel recovered, was a line and had watched our still-anxious man all morning while I ran the race that he had been more excited about ing up for to begin with. Best boyfriend ever. He and the dog were waiting for me at the finish, both tired and overwhelmed by the crowds, and I ed them along with our other friends in a complete readiness to collapse. Everyone had ran a strong, tough race and it was great to share that moment with a group of friends who pushed themselves so hard and are all-around badasses - I'm lucky to have come to know such great ouray during my year of living in Flagstaff.

The rest of the day we indulged in a ouray beers, a very solid nap, burgers AND pizza, and another early bedtime, all perfect for an exhausted crew of runners and a fabulous dog dad. Sunday - enjoying a gorgeous morning in Telluride, sans hills. Much like the Kennebec run, I went in not man in my abilities, was intimidated by the apparent fitness and badassery of my fellow racers, generally doubted myself and on some chat with black woman, didn't feel like I deserved to be there.

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It was brutal and just as lovely as I remembered.