I am a pretty regular guy. Yes, I mean regular. My race morning strategy is already being formed, knowing I need to be up and moving at least an hour before the gun goes off. That is a given. But really, this morning was three trips before I could even think about lacing up. I should not have had that
It is such a beautiful here along the Front Range. I should try to make the best of my run. See, here I am. Looking good, because I’m not in my ugly white shirt and I just got out of the bathroom.
And this is where I start my runs from home. I’m not really just looking at the sidewalk, that is my start/finish line
I ran to the shopping center just in case use of their facilities was going to be required (which you can't see, but trust me, it's there). But notice how pretty it is? That's Longs Peak, a 14er, in the distance. That mountain will be conquered this year.
I made it home clean, feeling better that I did not succumb to my primal urge to bag the whole thing. Tomorrow will be a better day.
Now Playing - Bruce Springsteen - The Ghost of Tom Joad
Todays Run - 3.11 miles - 9:21 pace
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