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down from the mountain

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I just returned from New Mexico last night and am recounting a highly enjoyable trip. I spent most of the week in Santa Fe, arriving last Monday to hit up an easy run with Mr. Jerry Faulkner. Jerry was nearing the terminus of his stay, which would total a month, and was a little cooked for much of the week. I experienced little issue with the altitude, the main difficulty being the constant undulation and technical nature of the terrain. We trained with some very good guys and enjoyed a relaxed environment with good food and plenty of tea. I enjoyed the fact that these guys train very much the way I do with nice progressive runs and steady pace, whereas Jerry was constantly pushing to get the first mile in at a certain pace. I also made sure to follow the locals schedule, so we were running at 6am, while somehow Jerry had run every day of his prior stay without doing so, running solo for much of it. All this is to say Jerry was thoroughly cooked upon leaving, whereas I feel only like I pushed perhaps the last couple days when I was on the move and not relaxing between runs more adequately (and I ran consecutive 23 and 20mile runs.) I would love to get back for my fall preparation for perhaps a couple weeks in September but we shall see.

THe second aspect of the trip was a few days in Albuquerque, running with the Dukes Track Club. I got to check in with Scott Hollingsworth, the Lisles, and meet The Henry Rono. I would like to think that there is a good chance I may make a stay here a reality. It's becoming a big city and I enjoy the training venues available and the company that I would be able to train alongside on any given day.

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