Caught up with an old "friend" today--the Eastdell Hill. I hadn't been in touch since September when I was tapering for the marathon. I came around the corner and saw the magnificent beast rising magnificently in the hazy winter sun. It was far more intimidating than I remembered, but I still beat it--just not as handily as I was doing after conquering it 5 consecutive times while preparing for my insane 3 mile run up to Snowbasin in last year's Ragnar.
I like turning west and running down on this course. It really breaks me out of my lazy strides. I still feel slow and weak, but I don't feel like quitting after 1 mile anymore. My legs are sore and my lungs need some work, but my legs were too weak to work my breath very hard until the downhill.
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