It was actually just meant to be a training run of sorts for Woodstock 50. But the field was small and I felt good so magical things happened.
The rest of July whooshed by as I racked up the miles.
Last year, I swore I would never train for an early fall marathon again. And it was at least 15° cooler all summer last year. The workaround is that I'm training for an ultra, not a marathon. Makes perfect sense right?
I suppose I'm as acclimated as I'll ever be to this stupid heat. My sink pretty much looks like this every day.
Some of my runs have been well-documented on the FB. Run-hiking (riking) has been a great way to log miles, hills, trails, and scenery all in one run. I am lucky to live just shy of an hour away from the start of the Appalachian Trail and am just getting started in exploring.
When I'm not being wooed by the woods, I am ticking off the miles on the Greenway. Sometimes in the morning. Sometimes at night. It's hot and muggy all the time anyway. A good majority of my runs are unremarkable.
I'm feeling (mostly) oddly good while tackling this training.