Climbing at Red Rocks was amazing, wonderful, transcendent. Truly the trip of a lifetime, different than I thought and more than I hoped it would be. Friends who recognized and ensured that I had the chance to try the things that were most important to me. Every day brought multiple physical and mental challenges in a beautiful setting. Partners brimming with laughter, motivation and support who were happy to be out there too. It was a trip of firsts and I am so thankful to have had this opportunity.
But now, I’m taking some time away from climbing to focus on the next challenge. My marathon. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. But I’m surprised at how little I’m worrying about it… Maybe I learned something about how to loosen the reins and live the experience, whatever it may bring?
I ran 16 miles the day I returned from Vegas. 20 was on the schedule, but at about 11 I realized I’d be stupid to try. I was glad to finish that run, but also glad I gave it a shot. Best to jump in quickly! I was listening to a crazy Pet Shop Boys dance remix playlist that Roommate #1 spent hours arranging and putting on my i-pod specifically for my long runs. I’ve never appreciated his twisted sense of humor more than when “What have I done to Deserve this?” started playing at about 3 hours, 15 minutes. Yup- between my hysterical laughter and staggering gait, everyone who passed me surely thought I was stinking drunk. “Was it Worth It?” was playing as I pulled up at my car. He’s crazy, but I love him! Short runs this week. I’m extremely sore with both old and some new aches, but excited to be in the home stretch.
I have 18 and 8 scheduled this weekend. It’s going to be tough. But the answer is yes. It is worth it. Absolutely.
