And I knew this was going to be the case but I didn’t want to believe it. All the running I’ve been doing didn’t do much for my climbing. After Sunday’s jaunt to Hood, my hip flexors are sore and my legs are tired. Ran today and felt terrible.
Today’s run thought: There are no mutants, only people who work really really (really) hard. Harder than you think possible. And when that kind of work is put in – then it makes movement look effortless. There is no secret, only year after year of hard work.
I’m not going to run this route again. At the point on Burnside where there is no shoulder and traffic is approaching down the hill at high speed, I caught my left foot in a blackberry vine and nearly tripped into the road – tripped enough that I had my hands out to catch my fall.