Multnomah village beckoned me again. This time I created a route that would not involve backtracking. I really dislike backtracking. If I leave home and forget something I have a very hard time going back. I often drive one way to a particular place then another way back home. I like making circles, there is more to see along the way. This route was pretty lousy with hills. One hill in particular almost broke me but I kept chugging along. It is funny how running is like child birth in that I forget how difficult it can be in between runs. I believe this selective amnesia is the only way anyone can really run. I forget all the discomfort and instead remember the beautiful scenery and how great I felt afterwards. I wonder if this happens to anyone else. I can't imagine anyone really enjoying feeling uncomfortable so I assume I am not alone in this.
I am thinking of repeating this hilly run on my next outing and yet even as I remember that vicious hill, it is still fuzzy enough that I will probably do it again.
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