Run

but it felt good to work so hard. i went for a swim afterwards, what a luxury the water was!

up claremont canyon, panoramic ridge to chaparral peak. about an hour, did I say up? one of the warmest days I can ever remember here, just magical, and clear.

with my new running/couchsurfing friend mark. i love the chaparral, the technical trail and the view from the top.
7 miles.

yesterday 1 hour on the treadmill (boring, but the fixed incline is kick ass) and this morning an hour from home to around the marina park. feels like i am running through mud. the only thing that gets me though it is knowing that it will get easier.

this will be my one and only long run for ironman. i ramped up from 12 miles last week (not my best idea ever), but it was either that or suffer more race day.

this time, i decided to be smart about a long run, and not overdo it. slow and steady, and some walking breaks. 2 hours.

without pain. one of my friends said I looked like a gazelle the other night. after a year and a half of frustration, stops and starts, I am starting to believe that I can call myself a runner again. I can hardly describe what this means to me.

flat-ish. i am so sore today it hurts to walk.
_{but it’s a very good hurt.}

have blisters after an hour and a half run? did my feet go soft just like the rest of me? nevermind. it just feels good to get out there, run as hard as these legs can carry me. bliss

to the church of the holy trail.

west ridge to french to orchard to west ridge, back to skyline gate. maybe 7, or 7.5, but the hills!

me and god, we had a talk about it. we both agreed that it had been too long.