A very old friend of mine lives in the idyllic French town of Annecy, set on a crystal-clear lake, and squeezed between plenty of mountains, large and small. One of my favourite runs, when I’m visiting, goes along the lake shore - flat, flat - then takes a little kink off the road and straight up the side of a steep mountain. You just run up, and up, and up, for a good half hour, so the session is 15 minutes to base of mountain, 30 minutes climbing (at least), 20 minutes down, 15 minutes home. With the flat bits in full sun, and the hard bit in cool shade. Perfect.
Or there was the time I was in Colorado, staying in a motel in Boulder Creek, a climb up from the well known town of Boulder. Now that was at altitude, and even after settling in, when I went for a run and turned out of the motel and headed along the road, I was never sure if the shortness of breath was due to getting higher or because the road went in one direction only - up. I think I ran up the side of a Rocky for nearly 40 minutes before the wheezing of my battered lungs became too much.
Or my ascent of Pena de Oroel, in the Spanish Pyrenees, in rugby shorts and squash shoes, which gave me the taste for long uphill runs (longer than hill reps, anyway).
There’s something devastatingly simple about a mountain run of this nature. As well as the nature, of course, which can be amazing. It’s you versus gravity. What could be purer? Where’s the downside? (Sorry). Here is a list of 10 races that are primarily in one direction only - to the exaltation of your soul as you reach higher and higher ground.
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