That’s what I kept saying to myself as I drove up to last 16 miles to Sugarloaf today. The description online of the marathon is 5 flat miles, 3 miles of rolling hills, a 2 mile steady climb and then 16 miles downhill.
The 16 miles downhill, though potentially quad shredding, we’re very appealing to me when I signed up for Sugarloaf. It would hurt, but my heart wouldn’t have to work as hard, which means I might be able to hold off “the wall” just that much longer.
Hmmm, I said to myself as I drove what is essentially those last 16 miles. I was driving away from the finish line and it sure didn’t feel like I was driving uphill. That wouldn’t be bad if the road were flat, but for 10 of those miles (what will be the final 10 miles) it sure felt like I was driving downhill – which of course means, going the other direction, toward the finish, I would be running uphill.
The river that flows next to the course does flow toward the finish line, so maybe what I perceived as driving downhill was some sort of optical illusion. I really hope so.
It doesn’t help either that the temperature right now is nearly 80°.
*I apologize for any typos – this post was written from my phone