I was woefully under-prepared, and nursing an injured foot. Why did I sign up to race up and down thousands of stairs?
This morning I collapsed on the grass (actually, it was turf), after a job well done, and felt a specific sense of pride that I haven’t felt since February 2020. It’s a mix of accomplishment, exhaustion, pain, and invincibility – and I only experience it when I complete a stair race.
So, the answer to the question at the beginning of this blog post is… Because I love stair races. Period.Read the rest of this entry »