I had grand plans of training on the Haunted Hustle course…but, but, but.. all of the excuses. I did not train on the course. Instead I drove the course on Sunday.
Holy shit. Hills. Big ones. Big, terrifying hills. No, let me rephrase that, Middleton MOUNTAINS.
Let me explain these hills in a time-warpy tangent. In 2011 I did my very first sprint triathlon hosted by Capital View events, who puts on both the Capital View Triathlon and the Haunted Hustle. After that triathlon, I swore up and down that I would never do this course again. The bike course was TOO HARD. It was so awful hilly that there were people walking their bikes up the hills. That’s how you know you’re not being a drama-queen.
While driving the course with John navigating, he said, “Turn here”
“No”, I said.
“YOU HAVE TO TURN HERE” he hollered.
“But, but… but.. This is where the bike course of the Capital View triathlon is. This can’t be where the marathon is…”
It is where the marathon is. The very same course that I said that I would never ride my bike on again, I will be running 26.2 freaking miles through.
Upon this realization I started babbling about my goals. No freaking way will I finally finish in a time that I am proud of. I’m going to end up walking a lot. It’s going to be another five hour marathon. Baaaaaaah.
We stopped driving at mile 13 to run a bit. Six point two miles of hills, maintaining conversation, running strong, enjoying the day…It was just what I needed to get my head back in the game. I’ve trained on hills. I broke two hours at the Madison Mini Marathon with its hilly course. I am trained and tapered. I want to make those hills my bitch.
It’s race week y’all!