Two back-to-back camping trips have given me an opportunity to get in some running at altitude. The first one was a family camping trip. Three days up at 5,600 feet. Got in an 8 miler and then a 13 miler. The hills i was running on gave me my first experience with oxygen debt since my reentry into running almost a year ago.
As I ran the hills, I kept picturing myself on the hills in San Francisco. Up from Crissy Field to the top of the Golden Gate, and down from the Haight to the Mission district.
The second trip was a scout camp with my son. A little lower at 4,200 feet, but still high enough to get some added benefit.
When I got home, my SF Marathon confirmation, bib number, and starting wave info was waiting in my inbox. Woohoo!
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