Too much breath holding this week.

Good runs from the new office to my trails in Forest Park.  I haven’t ventured out to the arboretum or zoo or done the full council crest loop but I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.

I’ve found it’s extremely tough coming back over the Burnside bridge after running Wildwood in Forest Park – the total mileage to the new office is 7 miles, the same loop was only 5+ from my old office. From Voodoo doughnuts it’s a climb to the top of the bridge and a descent to Grand Ave, but that climb is kinda annoying.

I’m not used to seeing so much bodily fluid in the street when I run. Most of the homeless shelters are just over Burnside bridge into downtown, so I have to go through the 2nd, 3rd and 7th circles of Hell to get to the trails. (I think there’s actually a strip club called Dante’s that I pass). Honestly it’s a good reminder of the range of the human condition. There was a younger guy and an old woman sitting criss-cross applesauce on the sidewalk on Tuesday engaged in a drugged out staring contest. Sometimes when I look at the people, their bodies and faces wracked with substance abuse, I catch a glimpse of what they looked like before the descent – before their cheeks caved in and they lost all their teeth.

Good travel coming up. Looking forward to exploring in my running shoes.

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Upcoming race in Tillamook Forest in a couple of weeks.  I only took a small 10oz bottle with me last Sunday on my 15 miler. I think I may do this 50K super light and rock the aid stations.  Looking forward.