Come on down! It's a BQ, inexpensive, flat, scenic, and 1,643 feet above sea level (or about 900 feet higher than Winnipeg). That's nosebleed country for us flat-landers.
My training officially started on July 1, but I've been ramping up the miles ever since I ditched the sticks about a month ago. I had my first hill work out yesterday at our beloved Garbage Hill; 3 loops, 3 humps, and 3 lumps for a total distance of 7.5 miles. It's good to be back at it, strong and focussed.
I was driving my wife to the Art Gallery this morning and we stopped at a red light. A man, about 60 - 65 walked slowly across the 3 lanes. He was thin, very very thin. A strong gust would have knocked him over. His skin was that placid, grey putty colour of the perpetual sick, the dying. I felt for him as he shuffled by, slow and lost in thought, lost in life.
Glory be to life in the highest. Today I ran 7 sweaty, hard, fast, urban miles on pavement and trails and the epiphany -the high- washed over me and cleansed my heart and soul. I was, for a brief moment, a sliver of time, omnipotent. I am very happy for my health, very content in my skin. Glory be to life in the highest.
It is a stunningly beautiful day to be alive, to run, to be healthy, to just be at one with self.