S&M Collector
Good Bad & The Monkey
I'm running somewhere tomorrow. It's going to be beautiful. I can't wait.
Poor baby
Now this was just devious on the part of the park planners. Real evil genius at work. So there you are, having set out to run 11 tough miles. You get to the top of a crest after three increasingly brutal climbs in as many miles, all before even having a chance really to warm up. Your legs are on fire, matched only by the burning in your lungs. And here, an escape, a fork in the road, a short path to your left and back to sanity. The amount of mental energy it took you to climb that hill? That is nothing when compared to what will be required for you to keep going on the Main Drive rather than succumb to the temptation to take, as the sign at this fork in the road indicates, the "2.6 miles to Belle Meade Blvd". Just over two and a half miles to freedom, or nearly eight more miles of torture. Just tell yourself, "I AM a runner, I AM a runner, I AM a runner", take a right and continue your foolish trek.
I have only ran the 11.2 or else just turned around at like mile marker 4 and ran back down.
I remember that run.