While I loved living and training in Alamosa, I had a hard time racing there. The altitude did weird things: My nose bled all the time, I couldn't sleep often and you had to be careful when opening a can of Keystone.
I remember during my senior year -- when I had a fleeting fancy with the 800m -- I went through the 600-meter mark in 1:20. Needless to say, I finished with a 1:52, after I staggered down the homestretch. Ugh. My "friends" said they enjoyed watching the effort. I did not.
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