Took off for a run this evening to make up for the slacker week I had. Hit Beacon to do the usual reservoir run as the sun was just starting to set. This is my favorite time to run the reservoir because it's starting to cool down, it is peaceful and quiet and there aren't a lot of people that get in the way. Saw a couple guys fishing again and I wonder a) if they actually catch anything and b) if they caught something, would they really eat it?
My run continued back down Beacon and all of a sudden, I had an idea. Summit. Yes, the monstrosity of a hill that I conquered oh so long ago. In true relay fashion I passed off the house keys to Amina and told her I'd meet her at home. I then stormed down the street and took a left onto Summit just as Ingrid's Tu Es Foutu (You Are Crazy) began playing on my iPod.
My favorite part of this run is on the way down. I know it's torture on your joints, but it is such a great recovery from the pain that ensues during the time it takes to run up the thing. And oddly, tonight, as I ran down it, the following thought crossed my mind, "That wasn't so bad. How about a repeat?" Since I had already gone 5.5-ish miles by that point, I cut myself a little slack and went halfway up to Bellavista and ran home. I've come to the conclusion that I'd like to own a home on Bellavista. The houses are huge, are surrounded by plenty of trees and they all have large yards. As I was contemplating how many years it would take me to save up enough for a down payment on one of the BV chateaus, I noticed that the vibrant orange sun had just about set behind the trees. Gorgeous. I finally zipped home and made myself a salad with corn and frijoles negros. And now, here I sit on my living room floor, ice pack on my left leg, munching on sheep's milk gouda, watching women's diving. Such a relaxing way to end what turned out to be, a very enjoyable weekend.
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