July Hibernation

[Mid Life Crisis Marathon Man]

Golly. Two runs in two days. That hasn't happened for a while...

Keep this to yourself, but my treadmill has a special, classified function that has recently been outlawed by international treaty because it circumvents several UN charters concerning human rights. It's called the Mountain Program and is sublime in its cruelty and monstrous in its ability to impart massive pain and suffering. That I willingly partook of its peculiarly exquisite torture this afternoon suggests manic sadism on the part of the manufacturer, and mental illness on mine.

It was mercifully only half an hour, but I believe in that time I increased my lung capacity to that of a large brontosaurus and ascended the equivalent of three Mount Everests, not to mention enduring enough back pain to fell Genghis Khan's warrior hordes.

It hurt.

But strangely, I now feel really really really good.

Bring on dat mountain.


The object of the Point to Pinnacle. You can see (just) the road running up the side like a knife slash.

Oh, and track du jour? Motley Crue's Kick Start My Heart. Bloody appropriate - it damn near burst through my rib cage for much of the run. :o