<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Imogene on the art of simplicity</title><link>https://naoko.github.io/tags/imogene/</link><description>Recent content in Imogene on the art of simplicity</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://naoko.github.io/tags/imogene/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Imogene Run</title><link>https://naoko.github.io/posts/2025-09-07-imogene-run/</link><pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://naoko.github.io/posts/2025-09-07-imogene-run/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="breathing-through-the-sky-my-imogene-pass-run"&gt;Breathing Through the Sky: My Imogene Pass Run&lt;/h1&gt;
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 &lt;img src="https://naoko.github.io/images/2025-09-07/start.jpeg" alt="Start line"&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;This weekend I had the privilege of lining up at the 52nd annual Imogene Pass Run, one of the most beautiful, brutal, and humbling races I’ve ever attempted.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2 id="the-start-breathless-from-the-first-steps"&gt;The Start: Breathless From the First Steps&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;From the very first few miles, the altitude grabbed hold of me. I was breathing hard right away, trying to find rhythm while surrounded by so many strong runners. The biggest contingent came from Flagstaff, a town that clearly knows how to send mountain-ready athletes.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>