After just skirting the park yesterday, I thought I’d reward my legs and take advantage of the softer trails in Mount Doug. I used to spend a lot of time there, at least twice a week, and hoped the giant trees, wet earthen paths and serenity would breathe life back into a tired body.
Although I enjoyed the myself, capturing a feeling similar to that of pacing the hallway of long forgotten childhood school, the reality of yesterday afternoons 2-hour jaunt wasn’t going to be swayed by the chirping of a Wood Thrush.
Participating in tomorrow’s 12-km road race is going to be interesting.
Training: a sluggish 29:45