I take back everything I knew...ok thought I knew...about running up mountains, and tell you- I know next to NOTHING about mountain running. Sure, I faired well, I actually placed high and I think I ran a smart race, but if the Poland course is going to be anything like Mt. Cranmore (which it is supposedly 95% the same) I've got a lot of work to do.
It hurt, a lot. Ironically, the down hill hurt more than the up, being that I was blessed with a killer chest cramp that gradually subsided as soon as I hit the uphill (probably because my pace slowed to basically a walk). This race was also the USA Championships so the field wen out guns a blazing, and I found myself caught midpack within the first 800m. My teammate Sarah was only a speck of red in the distance as she headed into war without me (later I would catch up but I started to get really anxious).
Still, I am new to this sport and the race was a great experience. I know exactly what I need to work on over the next 6 weeks before Poland, and hopefully the next time I tackle another Mountain similar to Cranmore, I will be the victor, as Sunday it was Mt. Canmore: 1, Meggan: 0.
My pictures of the Sr. Jr. Men