At the 5K I jumped into last Friday, my quads issued a stern reminder that if you don’t use your ability to run hills, you lose it (and those hills only equaled a total elevation gain of 272 feet—yikes!). My natural next step? Register to run the hilliest race I know of on my birthday, of course!
I won’t be racing the Capitol Hill Classic 10K by any means—6.2 miles is still the upward range of my “long” runs, and the hill for which it’s named is a killer even in the best circumstances. But we don’t get any better by practicing that which we’re already good at, do we?
Ohhh, this is SUCH a fun race (or event, if you don’t feel like racing it). Though, apparently they took out the Capitol Hill ending, which is just sad because running up that at Mile 5.5 made me feel AWESOME. Have a great time!
I’m trying to convince Thom to run this one. 🙂