So I had this bright idea that we should not only run the half marathon up hill both ways on Saturday, but lets find a steeper path and run a marathon on it the next day. Thus my crazy running friends and I "Rocked the Canyon" in PA. My slightly saner BRF ran the half and graciously drove the nut jobs home the next day. I do appreciate her oh so much!
It really was an amazingly beautiful place to run even if it was one of the hardest races yet. There was certainly no PR. But dang! a half AND a whole in one weekend. I get bragging rights. correct?!
How could anyone not be glad they got to run in this place. So apparently, PA has its own Grand Canyon. Once upon a time, there was a rail road and it looked a lot more bare as they strip the lumber. The little town has a dinner-YUM! and you can actually drive a loop around the canyon if you want. There is also the option of a wagon ride, which after running up the thing, I recommend.
So up and down and up for 13.1 then allllllll over again for 26.2. That, my friends is the quick version ...
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