Feh! … Sally, as she noted earlier , has spoken highly of Frontenac State Park . She’s been there at least once before, running with DAWG, and so I was looking forward to it. Then I got a bit wembley . In the end we ran ended up at Frontenac. We ran. We walked. We climbed. We stepped … We persevered. It felt horrible and it felt great. Well, except for the blisters I enjoyed ended up with…
Yeah, that’s just one of them. And I was wearing the shoes Toots thought looked comfy. Whatever… The point is that while Afton is a hard run…I’m now of the opinion that Frontenac is the bane of my existence. Seriously. We started our route in a prairie setting. Slapped, from the start, with a wall of tall grass inspired heat and humidity. Eventually, we eneded up with what I envision as trail running. A narrow, single track path. On the side of a steep incline. Surrounded by trees. Rocks covered in moss….yeah…But, then, there was the 466 feet up over just under .5 miles–between 4.6 and 5.1 miles.
Ouch. No, Seriously…OUCH! Do you really want to see photos of the other blisters? Do YOU!?!? Yeah, I thought NOT.
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
-Anne Bradstreet quotes (British poet, 1612-1672)
So yeah. This sucks right now. But just wait for that home made soup and cookies ….
Ok, fine, nevermind about the “tenis”…HIJOLE!!!
don’t you mean “frijole” !!
No me moleste, por favor.