"The marathon never ceases to be a race of joy, a race of wonder." - Hal Higdon
After a VERY busy weekend, a trip to Eugene and back, I didn't think I would muster up the gumption to tie my shoes tonight. The rationalization went something like this, "You ran an extra mile yesterday and your knees still hurt and there is no reason why you can't run tomorrow instead. After all, you just drove for 2 hours, you are tired and you ran 11 miles just yesterday for god's sake, nobody expects you to run another 3 tonight." I sat around for a couple hours after we got home and by 8pm I was suddenly putting on my shoes and heading out the door. I chose to run through Multnomah Village, steep hills and all. Justin came along and rode his bike. I listened to the sound track for "The Book of Mormon" which proved to be an EXCELLENT idea. I laughed out loud several times, even while I was climbing the hills. It was a wonderful run through one of my favorite parts of town. The streets were quiet, the sky was darkening and I was in my happy place. I sprinted up the last hill and felt as joyful as a pig in shit. 
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