I ran up to Woodsom Farm today to attack the hills some more. Hmm, attack. I went there to flow up and down the hills, to move my body across a beautiful landscape, to really show what part of nature I come from. I did the first hill with great zeal. I ran around the perimiter of the farm. Checking my watch, I realized I was nearing the end of my 3 miles slated for the day, but the two hill circuit, which is actually like 4 when I do it, was really calling to me. So I ran it.
I figured out a power word that made me feel happy the entire latter part of the run:
Fun!
And man, I took that first hill a little slow, but on the downside, I sprinted for fear of slipping and falling in the rainsoaked grass. I fastwalked the second ascent, then ran the ridgeline, trying to keep my heart out of my throat. On the final descent, I overshot the trail a little, but didn’t fall. And then it was just a run home from there, but nice, because I ran alongside the same hills I’d just streamed across.
By the time I hit my door (with a 2 minute cooldown), I’d managed 5 miles. Whoops.
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