We're in Mammoth this weekend for Bluesapaloosa. Yesterday I tried to take this as an opportunity for altitude training running the hills. A miserable experience - lungs burning, legs hardly moving, and nose bleeding (gross, sorry) I made it 2.5 miles and then looped back to the cabin. I think the mountains are better for enjoying trash magazines with some real lit thrown in amidst good food, good wine, good hikes, and good friends.
That said, today I'm going to attempt to keep up with Gabe for a short 4-mile run before we make our way to the beer fest. I must be a glutton for punishment.
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