Notes
For some reason, decided to hop on the backside of the horse trail near Indian Springs for 5 miles. I don't think I've run this trail in 15 years, and now I can't figure out why I stopped. It was raining when I came up to the steep muddy hill where, it suddenly occurred to me in a vague memory, I used to do hill repeats in my 30s. I'm pretty sure I never kept track of the repeats or fit them into any "plan" or anything. I just liked running up that messy stupid hill.
And then I thought about how nothing has really changed on that hill, but here I am 50 instead of 35. I can't explain how that made me feel out there on that same old trail in a downpour. It was like an evening star that can't be seen unless you look off into the distance, just to the side of it.