Hallstatt is a quaint little village situated on the edge of a lake that just happens to be about 13.1 miles around. Besides the fact that it’s beautiful, I like this race because it has a bit of a small-town feel to it.
Race number pickup and pasta dinner are hosted at the local firehouse. Families stand alongside the course or lean out their windows to clap and cheer us through the race. You can even be stopped by the local train (as I did) if you don’t pace yourself just right.
I beat my target time of 1:50 by almost 4 minutes, turning in a time of 1:46:22. Not my best time ever, but I’m really happy with it. Especially since I lost about a minute when I was stopped at the train tracks.
There was also a man running barefoot and dressed like a caveman.
I had the misfortune of being passed by him twice. Let’s just say that his outfit didn’t leave much to the imagination. YIKES!
More pics of Hallstatt and the race are here.