After 13 years living at 4,659 feet, I’ve forgotten how easy it is to be a runner at sea level! Wow. You old-timers like me who live below 1,000 feet elevation have NO EXCUSES. Working out here feels like nothing, even though I left behind the High Plains Desert three weeks ago.
This used to be my birthday run, at nearly 12,000 feet. Now this is my run at about 920 feet above sea level:
Watch out: next summer when I return to the Front Range, I’m going to be a MACHINE!!! A middle-aged machine, yes, but MACHINE!!! all the same.