So, I've instructed my house sitter (best. thing. ever) on how not to kill my cats. I've packed up my dog. Stuffed my bag with running shoes. And here I am: Davos, Switzerland. Closest thing to heaven on earth. Don't believe me? Come over and check it out, but please don't tell all of your friends about it. I'd like Davos to be somewhat exclusive. ;)
Being up in the Swiss Alps = I don't have regular access to the internet like I normally do. This means less babbling along about 'silly' stuff. ;) Lucky you! ;) I'll try to update my blog whenever I'll get the chance to.
Long run kicked my butt
To sum things up. I had a long long run (20-miler) on deck the day after I'd arrived in Davos. Kicked. My. Butt. This girl is used to a flat flat course and gentle hills. Gentle hills. The 'hills' (nope, mountains!) in Davos are far from gentle! Hills the size of my butt. 25% of that 20-miler had a 10-15% elevation. Yep, 10-15%. Keeping up the long run pace (which is already slow) was not an option. At all. Ouch. Oh, and of course I've already tried out part of the Swiss Alpine course! :) Also kicked my butt.
Okay, I NEED to work on my steep uphill running skills. Any advice? Please?
And to my Swiss readers: Anyone up for a run? I'd love the company! :)