Categories: Chicago Marathon, Colorado, Destination Races, Rock n Roll Denver, Running at altitude, Zooma Great Lakes
One of the best parts of a destination race is enjoying some time afterward, free of race nerves/stress to decompress and enjoy. Jill and I did just that:
We set out for the mountains. Low on gas, but we’d get some…maybe…eventually. Immersed in what we do best, gabbing (did you think I was gonna say running?) we missed the first gas station, then the second, and a third. We were high in the mountains with no gas station in sight when Jill made the executive decision to turn back and find petrol.
So we coasted down on fumes, enjoying the vistas and plotting our strategy in the event the tank went dry. Thankfully that did not happen.
We lunched then took a ‘recovery hike’…you know…because we exerted ourselves SO much at the race. First Jill slipped and almost went over a steep cliff. No sooner than I was done laughing at her it was my turn to slip into a half Chinese split my hamstring did not adore. Oh middle age. How long before I succumb to a Medic Alert bracelet?
How breathtaking is this?
As if the post-race mega cupcakes weren’t enough, we headed to this charming bakery in the tiny old mining town of Silver Plume: a town that time forgot. Alas it was closed, with a broken oven and for sale. If I ever disappear from society you might want to look here…
Too soon it was time to head for the airport and back to the kids, Caveman and reality. Gosh it was so much fun though. Chalk it up to the cupcakes, thin air, not sure what, but I came back lighter too! Just four pounds over BQ weight. Go fig. Yet another reason I need to visit Colorado more often!
Next up: Spectator in chief at The Chicago Marathon! Then Zooma Great Lakes Half!
Have you done a destination race? Did you love it?