My legs were grumpy yesterday morning after I'd rolled out of bed, pounded a cup of coffee and hit the roads. The route I'd chosen was point-to-point from my house to downtown Lake Oswego, where I'd meet my Dad for coffee. Had I not planned the meet-up, I'd have probably circled around and headed back home after only two miles. But I kept on, grumbling to myself and hoping to feel that rush of adrenaline would kick into my legs.
Eventually, I did begin to feel better. This helped:
And this too:
As I started up into the hills, my legs warmed up and felt somewhat less awful. There were scads of people from various training groups in the hills and I got sandwiched in amongst them as I was running. The Gu's weren't sitting well in my stomach and I had to take a couple short walking breaks to make sure I'd be able to keep them down. Whenever I slowed, a pack of runners would rush passed me in a throng of sloshing water bottles and chatter.
Eventually, I made it up past the Chart House and to Barber Blvd. By then, crowds of runners disappeared and I had begun making up my time with the descents.
At about mile 9, I crossed over the freeway and began to make my way up yet another enormous hill. My stomach was tumbling, my legs were feeling trashed and I had to take a few short walking breaks. A market sat at the top of the hill and I ran in to use the restroom and to buy an energy drink. At this point, I was just desperate for some juice in the tank and the drink seemed to help a little.
Soon I entered into Tryon Creek State Park and was relieved to be able to run on a quiet and nearly empty path for the next couple miles. I took it easy and cruised with relative ease.
I had a cup of coffee with my Dad and then spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon with these dudes: