Went up my first ever Pfiefferhorn summit with Jun and Jacob. On the way up I noticed that while my legs felt good, I was breathing a lot harder than I should be at such an easy pace. Stupid MFT (Mount Freaking Timp repeats). Stopped at the ridgeline to scout out and discuss the cottonwood traverse, the shady parts, access points, etc. I know, I know. WURL? But it's such a beautiful line....
Jacob has an insane fear of heights and said he wouldn't summit so I made it a personal goal to make sure he did. :) He did. Jun and I spotted him on the couple 4th class moves and went pretty very slow.
I tried to pick up the pace after we got down pass the lake, and took off once or twice (both Jun and Jacob are excellent downhill runners) but neither of them followed suit. Oh well. I never was the kind of girl the guys chase. So I hung back to be one of the "dudes." Good thing I had my trucker hat on.
Because I am a glutton for suffering I decided to run up LCC Creek trail after. I usually make it a goal to never walk going up, but this time hit a huge bonk (wasn't doing so hot on the calories/salt) and walked a couple of times. Still hit the turn around only a min slower than my PR and faster than most of the times I run up that "easy." Go figure.
Picked up pace and hammered down, for a total of 1:10. Not bad for totally trashed legs. I think I'm going to have to bail on my mileage goal for the week (60+). Pfieff (with stopping for 10-15min to scout for WURL) took about 3:30... and doing Lone Peak isn't exactly going to be "short" time-wise either. In the amount of time I ran today I could've easily ran double the mileage on a flatter trail. And in the amount of time it will take to do Lone Peak again I could triple + the miles on a flatter trail. But on the flip side... the peaks are pretty neat-o. Pfieff is going to be a favorite.
I can easily see that by next summer I will have transformed from an ultrarunner to a peak bagger, especially with my goals for next year. Thank goodnes too, I think doing regular speedwork the month of September will nearly kill me.
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