If you think you are a little bit fit and get it in your head that running the Canyon in a day would be a good idea. Just don’t. Take it from me. Don’t. Do. It.
Right, with that disclaimer out of the way…..
Freddy and I headed out there a few days before the run to kick back and spend some time together since I have been away so much due to travel.
Photos of those few days coming – soon – I hope…..In the meantime, here is one of us at the rim.
Ok, so we got up at o-dark thirty and got dressed.
I had looked at the forecast, but still figured it would be cool enough for the leggings. It wasn’t. Ended up pulling them off less than halfway down and carried them the rest of the way… Glad I went with the shorts over the top!
Turned the major corner and it was blowing a gale. Almost lost my hat and so turned it around for a good while.
It was still a bit cool at this point, so needed the hat as a bit of a beanie. (The heavy overcast meant that I really didn’t need it and thus ended up carrying it for way too long)
Things settled down and we are making good progress. Not as fast as I want, but I am keeping an eye on the watch and know that its too easy to go too fast and tap out, so we are watching the heart rate and steps per minute pretty close as I know my numbers I need to keep things even.
This is my first view of the Colorado River. Im pretty excited.
You know you are there when you hit the tunnel.
Once I hit mile 14 things took a turn.
I just ran out of everything. Cold, clammy skin, vomiting and cramps.
Totally unfun with 3 solid uphill miles to go and tons of tourists to battle my way through…. yuck.
Beat up my feet. Again.
Wanted to do it in 4 hours. Took me 5.
Disappointed? No. I gave it all I had and left nothing out there.
I got to know my limits.