Racing on Pacaya
Last Sunday morning, I woke up to the sound of soft rain on the roof. A never-ending drizzle had started the afternoon before and never really stopped in Guatemala City. My thoughts toward the rain were not pleasant. It was the morning of the Pacaya 10km race, which is one of my favorites each year. The trail is difficult, but not impossible, and the views the entire race are breathtaking. I had run it the past two years, with a slightly better time my second year than my first. Though I hadn’t explicitly trained for this year’s 10K, I knew I was in pretty good shape and thought I had a chance at finishing well. But… rain . There was already a facebook message thread between some of the people going with me to the race. Two had decided not to chance the rain and mud, and a few of the others were waffling. Resolutely, I added that unless I heard the race was cancelled or postponed, I planned to drive there and make a ga...