|Last week - Mountain biking at Maran, waiting for whingeing hamstring to stfu.|
Scout, Rick, Yana, and a new person (with a name that sounded like Joe Shoe) were there. I think there was someone else too that I am completely blanking on. (Mindy's ghost?) Scout wisely led us to the East Side. After the sodden footing yesterday, would today be crazy ice? I think we were both wondering.
|Sweet little cooooon hands in frozen ice-mud hybrid.|
|Yup, they even act like ultrarunners!|
Paul, on the other hand, is a self-proclaimed runner of roads, and a solid one at that. But I can't even begin to imagine what it must be like to trail run in Maine for the first time after living in Ohio for a long time.
|Cross training. So diligent!|
|Tortilla carried this tree from near the summit to the cliff at South Ridge. Yes, he ran with it for a while. Yes, this is normal for him.|
|Paul can't get it up. We may need modern pharmaceuticals...|
After the duo departed, I got in my car and started it, but then it happened: That feeling I get sometimes. I simply had to run a little more. I leaped out of DDR and did a short loop on the East Side.
|It's okay to die from running sometimes.|
between the bars.
I listened to this song many times on the way home. This is a peaceful, honest tune by my colleagues and friends, Round Mountain. L'Orage.
~10 mile run
~Mostly East Side. Decent footing. Fairly flat. Sunny, high 20s.
~Hokas, which chewed on my feet a bit much. Smartwool ish socks. Pants. Polypro shirt (good), grid fleece, Nathan pack, Nuun, part of HT. Carried beanie, wore/carried fleece gloves.