Nigel Wrote:Gosh, running from the town all the way up to the ski station.
That looks like a real killer. Fitting for a slaughter, as indeed the name suggests.
Well, running and walking... I've got no intention of killing myself.
On Monday I signed up, signed on and enlisted for the 2nd “subida a el Morredero”, the place to die.
The race follows a long bleak mountain road which has been used a couple of times as a stage finish in the Vuelta and despite being a Category one, 1200m climb over 23kms it is not considered by cyclists as one of the tough ones. Long yes and with a couple of eye-wateringly steep sections but it's followed by enough flat stretches to get your breath back and the stage winners (Roberto Heras in 97 and Valverde this year) only took a few seconds off their nearest rivals. In fact it represents less than half the dimensions of the Veleta race that Johnb and Antonio described in their diaries last year (and which must surely be the most terrifying race in Spain).
http://www.runningcommentary.co.uk/forum....php?t=705
However it’s long and mean and nasty enough for me. I’ve never managed to cycle up Morredero without stopping at least once on the way and the last time I tried was back in February. And although I didn’t even make it as far as the ski station I was rewarded by a landscape of breathtaking whiteness and eerie silence. Took some nice photos too.
http://www.runningcommentary.co.uk/forum....php?t=892
The game plan this time is to set off very, very slowly and to walk the steep bits. Strangely enough this may well hurt me less than a flat 10k. In September I ran a 9.6k race (this time they sportingly admitted the missing metres) in Ponferrada and ended up with “burning fires”(Henry Rono-ism) in my left calf. Have discovered that since knackering my ankle in June the sort of running that hurts least is of the slow uphill variety. So let’s crank up that treadmill MLCM…..
