Joc Batranesc (or Batrinesc) is an old Romanian dance tune with the quintessential dark melody that plods like a heartbeat before setting sail. It was looping endlessly through my aural-imagination today as I followed Scout and Squirrel around at Thorncrag in the soft, mild sun. We did not get shot.
Anyway, Por....uh, I mean, Thorncrag was sweet. The hills finally feel normal. The best part of this run was when we made human sculptures on the granite pedestal. (I did not destroy Scout's, for the record. Didn't even touch it.)
It is very important to play as much as possible when running long distances.
Running mileage for the week: nearly 25. Twenty-five seems like a good, safe spot for me right now.
Or was, until I wrote that.
Maybe it is again time to imagine the unimaginable.
~Hilly leafy trails. Maybe 45 degrees. Midday, sunny, a bit breezy.
~Hoka Mafate 2, Smartwool type socks, pants, long sleeve shirt, windbloc vest.