We ended up in a mountain bar – the Millsite Inn – after last weekend’s hike, because climbing 13,000 foot mountain peaks makes me thirsty. And nothing says mountain bar more than a painting of a naked lady on the beach. This picture dominates the interior of the bar, contributing greatly to its cozy ambiance.
I didn’t run that Saturday but it was still an 8 mile day. I felt really good about hiking uphill at altitude for 4 miles and reaching 13.2K feet. Imogene Pass sits at 13.1K. This hike climbed 3000 feet in 4 miles. The IPR will climb 5000 feet in 10 miles – which is like 2500 feet per 5 miles. That sort of simple math suggests the IPR will be marginally less steep than the hike. So I didn’t need a run Saturday. That hike was awesome prep.
I forget exactly when I started training for Imogene. It was about 3 blog posts ago. I think I’m starting my 3rd week. Week 2 was a bit of a bummer because I picked up a stomach bug and missed 2 days. But I picked up where I left off with my daily 8 milers and I’m feeling strong. My weight is consistently under 180 pounds now. Today I weighed in at 178. I was under 175 two years ago when I ran the IPR for the first time but I seem to be losing a pound per week so I’m within striking distance of 175 this year. I’ll take that. I won’t carry water in my camelbak, that will save a few pounds. The beauty of running organized events is they provide amenities at regular aid stations.
I can’t explain getting sick last week. First time in nearly 3 years. Maybe running so much has my resistance down, but I haven’t felt this strong in a long time. I remember being a little scared before running the IPR my first time. I hadn’t been at that level of fitness in decades and this 17 miler was an unknown. Even though I might be a bit heavier than two years ago, I’m much more confident. With 3 weeks to go, I’m on track. I’m going camping this coming weekend and plan to fit in another peak climb or two.