Hills and flatland change the scope of any run/bike/race. That is the lesson of the second 5K, as flat leisure path proved eminently more runnable than muddy ravine slopes. I've pounded running into the pavement on this running account of my life, so it earns a much-needed break after this post.
I can hear the three of you who read this regularly sighing feverishly.
I'm taking next week off (unless I feel overly compelled to try Powell's 5K for some charity I've never heard of; after the charley horses that hit me last night, I doubt it). To paraphrase Ivan Drago as he shrugged off the Communist Party bosses in Rocky IV, this weekend "I run for me."
Anytime you can drop a Rocky or Karate Kid reference into everyday conversation, that day is looking up.
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