The condensation is slowing beading down the side of the bottle, the malty flavour still lingering on my tongue. I’m closing out a near perfect weekend after just returning from a quick blast up and over Mount Doug, the beer to my left making the moment all the more enjoyable.
After a late night out with the boys on Friday, I paid my dues and then some the next morning as I was out for my biweekly trail run. Today though was all mine, and as I sped down Whittaker after summitting the mountain I couldn’t help but let the legs roll and notice a smile creep over my face.
Saturday: EZ 1:48:44
Sunday: hilly up-tempo 55:50