Paradise is a constant hill. I live at 2,200 feet and no matter where I run there are always hills to descend and ascend. Today's run was the perfect case in point. I wanted something different for my long run--needed to put in about 9 miles. I ended up just running the length of the walking trail that goes through town. The only problem is that this trial drops over 680 feet in elevation over that distance.
I started with one mile up--bought a gatorade from the gas station (the only store that's open at 5AM). And then it was down for the next 4.9 miles. That's ok, I mean I enjoy downhill as much as the next guy, but I prefer to do it on the homeward part of the journey. Today, every step down reminded me that I had to come back up.
To make matters worse, on the return leg, I got to run uphill and into the breeze. But do you know what makes it all worthwhile? It wasn't the Gatorade, or the Clif Bar that I ate along the way. It was the chocolate milk waiting for me at home. Yummmm, chocolate milk--the perfect recovery drink.
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