When we got out of the car I was freezing and wished I had my ear warmers. I made a comment about how it was colder and one of my running friends told me we were the same level as Cuzco. WTF - that is 10k feet! Running in Mexico is still hard for me and that is only 7500 feet. I guess this is good training for my Machu Picchu hike I am planning to do. Since I am doing my first road race here tomorrow, the coach told me to only go 70 minutes easy. Quickly my running went from easy to really hard and I couldnt keep my heart rate down without walking some of the hills because we were so high up. But the scenery was so beautiful it made it a little easier, plus if I stopped I would start to freeze again so this was my main motivation. It was my first trail run in a long time and I loved every minute of it, even the few times that I got lost. And at the end we all had a fresh fruit drink with pollen on top. No clue what it was called, but they made it right there and it was good. I really hope we go back here again soon. Especially since this is where my 21K is going to be in a few weeks and I need all the altitude practice I can get. Apparently in August and September all the pros are out here training for NYC and Chicago, so that will be fun to see.
Yesterday was our second earthquake in a month, and this one felt much stronger since it was only 85K away from the city. My dad called this morning to see how we were. I love how my dad is always a day late with this sort of thing. He called to tell me that there was an earthquake, and I always tell him I know. Then he asks how I know, and I have to remind him that I felt it. Then he asks if I am ok. I tell him yes, but am really thinking that if something had happened he is 24 hours too late to really help me. I think he sees these things in the paper and frantically calls to check on me not realizing that whatever happened occurred the day before, but it is the thought that counts.
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