Boulder, Colorado; home to amazing running trails, beautiful
views, and an average barometric pressure of 83kPa (625mmHg). 'The'Berkeley of
the Rockies' is also serving as my temporary home for a few weeks. I am here to
train for the US Cross Country Championships, which will be held in Boulder on
February 7th.
It is my first time
training at altitude, and I’m excited to be here. Boulder is at an altitude of about
5,000ft above sea level, which is by no means an extreme elevation, but you can
certainly feel the difference between Minneapolis, MN (elevation 830ft) and
Boulder. Because of the city’s location in the foothills of the Rocky
Mountains, the oxygen content of the air is only about 83% of that found at sea
level.
In the first few runs here, which were casual runs with my
teammates Jon and Eric, it felt like we only felt the effects of the altitude
when running uphill. When the grade on our route increased I was suddenly
transformed from the graceful gazelle I imagine myself to be, into one of the
grunting Elk common to these mountains. For the most part, though, the effects
of the altitude didn't feel that bad.
But on Wednesday we went to the track to do our first
workout session here in Boulder. 8-10 X 400m, just off of mile pace was the
prescribed effort. After completing our warm-up, drills and strides we took off
on our first 400. Interval complete, we conferred about how we felt. “I felt
great, until the last 100! My legs felt fine, but the last little bit felt like
I was breathing through a straw”.
Halfway through the workout, I was telling myself, “Ok, you
can do this. Just get to 8 and you can be done.” Not the best mental attitude
to be sure. The 8th one came to an end and I gasped with relief as I
sauntered guiltily over to my bag. (Meanwhile, Eric and Jon had started their 9th
interval). Once I arrived at my bag I was feeling better, breathing normally,
lactic acid abating. I looked at my watch and 75 seconds of my 90 second rest
period had elapsed….I rolled my eyes at myself and my internal commentator said
“Welp…you just admitted that you feel better, you better get your butt moving
back to that start line and go again”. DAMN IT, fine!
I quickly jogged back to lane 1 to start again, telling myself
that this would make the difference between making the World Cross Country Team
and not. My coaches words ringing through my head: “That’s why you take the
intervals one at a time, you can’t decide if you are done with a workout until
you've given yourself the chance to recover between them”.
The 10th interval finished, I felt proud of
myself for having completed the entire workout; and I felt silly for having
doubted that I could finish in the first place. I think I was suffering from a
little more self-doubt than usual because of my performance at the Houston half
marathon just 3 days before. I was off my A game last Sunday, and wasn’t happy
with the results. But, “Running is the ultimate faith healer,
restoring faith not only in oneself but also in life’s possibilities” (Bart
Yasso).
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