Since the first Gran Fondo in Cesenatico, Italy in 1970, Gran Fondo events have grown to dominate the amateur cycling community all over the world. And yet, there is a bit of mysticism around the infamous Gran Fondo…
Two weeks before RUFA, I felt great – I ran back-to-back 20+ milers at a good pace, I had energy during the day, I felt strong. I overlooked the length of time I slept that weekend, and how tired I was at 9pm. What mattered was that I could run, was running, and was running well.
Three years ago, I climbed my first V9. I had been climbing for about 2 years at the time. I had done 3 V7’s, and 5 V6’s. Despite a lack of a good base, I was psyched to try some harder stuff just to see what would happen, just to see if I could do some of the moves. So one day I made the hike up the steep hill to a climb called Gription. This thing was pretty legend around St. George. I was stoked just to see it in person. Needless to say, it did not disappoint.
I either have the worst friends or the best, but late one night fellow White Pine athlete Jennilyn was texting me about a timed trail running event that amounts to summits of Mt Grandeur on a fairly steep and snow covered trail just outside of Salt Lake City. 15 minutes later, I signed up to run repeats for 12 hours on the 6 mile out and back with 2600 ft of gain… in the winter… in the Wasatch.