There are a number of things I am excited for when I get home. (Tofu, not secretly eating meat and finding out about it later, seeing family and friends, etc etc) What I’m most excited for right now? Altitude, or really lack thereof.
Altitude for Cusco, Peru = 10,800 ft or more than 2 miles, or basically, running kinda sucks here. I know I’m out of shape, but feeling like collapsing after, say, seven minutes of light jogging is kinda extreme. But I can’t be blamed because you’re TWO FREAKING MILES above sea level here.
Then, altitude for Portland, Oregon = 50 ft or about 0.01 mi = lovely, lovely running, aka no excuse to not start training for a half marathon like I’ve been wanting to for, oh, a year and a half now. (Just do it already!)
(Altitude for The School on The Hill, in case you’re curious = 404 ft, but it’s good I’ll be in Portland first because trail running is not my specialty, which is what most everything at school is.)
I lent out my copy of What I Talk About When I Talk About Running a couple of months ago, otherwise I’d be rereading it basically every other day.
So excited. Let’s go.