Thirteen Seconds To Go
Mr. J. Wood doesn't know it yet, but his four-year record has about thirteen seconds left. Whoever he is. After that: my daughter's severe affliction with hypocrisy, three hours of BBQ with my pastor, and a drive to Alabama and back.
My legs still felt a little beat up this morning, but it was a shockingly crisp, cool June morning, so I was compelled to go running. I managed to chip away at the downhill segment in the valley, taking a handful of seconds off my PR, and inching my way closer to the 3rd place position. I just need another thirteen seconds to displace Mr. Jonathan Wood – whoever you are – and his four-year-old record.
Whenever a physical challenge starts feeling routine, I try to increase the difficulty. It's far easier to incrementally increase some exercise (by adding distance to a run, for instance) than it is to try to work in an additional run. When I complete my run back up the valley, I'm now also heading farther up the valley until I decide it isn't fun any longer (which doesn't really take very long), and then I turn around. Today I made it to the next waterfall, so I stopped to grab a photo.
