The only way to get through whatever Olympics we’re engaged in is by firing up a sense of humor and pressing on. James Kirkwood
I just finished the Dreaded Druid Hills 10k. After 5 half-marathons, that shouldn’t feel nearly as impressive as it does, especially given my time (respectable, but not earth-shattering). After all, I’ve run all the hills but one in that park, how hard could it be?
The answer: very hard. I knew at 3 miles when I hadn’t seen the leaders pass me on the way back that I might be in for a bit of a challenge. I’m not that fast – they are. I would have seen them in the 2nd mile on a different course. They showed up not long after that, but the usual bravado that usually radiates from them just wasn’t there. Uh-oh.
At that point, I decided I needed to start formulating a strategy. I would continue to run until the turn back up the Dreaded Druid Hill, and then I would walk 2/3 of the uphills until the turn back onto the bowl. It worked. In fact, a woman who was running the hills about the pace I could have handled actually finished after me. I was able to finish strong, passing a couple of people in the last half mile.
I ran this course as a challenge. I passed. And the sick part? I’ll do it again next year!