7,434 feet above sea level, to be exact. 😉
How can you not enjoy your evening run when you’re enjoying the above scenery^^^ while mowing through it?? I really wish I could just move this mountain back with me as my own personal running field. Alas. No matter what Dr. Seuss and any number of inspirational speakers may say, it’s severely hard to move mountains. I couldn’t even figure out how to get the rope around it.
I was a bit worried about the oxygen-related complications this much of a jump (hardeehar) in elevation would cause while exercising, especially with intense cardio like the tempo work the friend and I were doing on our run–but it was actually kind of nice. 🙂 Too focused on the burning and hacking in my lungs, I didn’t notice my legs or core muscles fatiguing at all, even on the largest hills! 😀 It was a beautiful run (and I was proud of this post title) and I felt immensely accomplished after cooling down back in the cabin. We only did two miles, at most, but there were quite a few hills, there was a thunderstorm chasing us (insta-motivation!), and we booked it.
Afterward we were quite tired.
And I need an excuse to show you this ice cream picture from the amazing KENDRICK PARK ICE CREAM STAND–seriously, this ice cream is one of my favorite things about the yearly trek back to Sheridan. It embodies summer and childhood and post-swim-lesson starvation relieved by sweet, sugary, crunchy, creamy heaven. You can just taste the nostalgia, like they churn it into the ice cream itself, and I could swear there was a hint of chlorine about it somehow, a happy tribute to memories of swallowing gallons of pool water before indulging. The taste of simple childhood.
Except they removed my favorite flavor, Bear Claw. Don’t ask me about how it tastes, because I will yadda on about Bear Claw until you have the urge to break out the claws yourself
and maul my face. Anyway, this time I got Espresso Almond Fudge in a Sugar Cone.
This post has not been cohesive because my thoughts right now are for some reason not terribly cohesive, but we’re cool (haha, ice cream pun) with that, okay? Okay.