Me and every other fit female in the region.
At the starting line five minutes before twelve o'clock, over 400 ponytails bobbed as they jogged in place.
|Shamelessly filched from Oslosbratteste.no, the official race website|
Past the two RedBull arches was not just a hill. Imagine that you are standing at the bottom of a ski hill. Imagine that it is a black diamond run - very steep. Now imagine that there is no snow on the black diamond run, and that you propose to run straight up it.
This is about the time when I realized this might not have been a brilliant idea.
When the start signal went off, and 400 women began charging up the hill, I also realized I should have started further forward, because I was basically being swept away by a tide of women in tights. But I went with it, and did what I heard was smart - start walking on the steepest part before your legs give out (kudos to this blog, in Norwegian).
|When walking is still the most painful thing you've done in a long time (Picture taken by the race organizers)|
The last hills were pretty steep, but much shorter rises than the first big hill. 'I shouldn't relax,' I thought, 'this shouldn't be easy.' So I started running up the hills, and then it wasn't so easy anymore.
By the time I felt like I had to vomit, a sign told me I was only 200 meters from the finish, and my boyfriend was cheering me on. So then I had to run a little faster. I also was passing a lot of people who had clearly overestimated there abilities on the first hill. Passing people is possibly one of my favorite activities.
|Up to the finish line|
Two point seven kilometers, four hundred and seven vertical meters in 25:11. All I got was this stupid hat (also not my photo):
|People in matching hats. I've got one two!|
And I was queasy for the rest of the day. Guess it's time to get off my bike a little more often!
- The Wild Bazilchuk