There's no doubt the Viper suffered from a two-day hangover after the Summer Un-Solstice Challenge. A long slog like that calls for purgative. I needed to feel fast and light even if I wasn't all that fast nor all that light.
My feet haven't trod my four-mile route in months. My legs felt surprisingly springy as I started my watch and bounded up the street. Residual anger built up over the last two weeks of less than stellar training propelled my stride ever forward. I cruised around each turn, jumped up the Bastard Garman Hill and flew back home. It felt good. Exactly what I needed. Back on the horse. Today is a new day. Six weeks until the Akron Marathon. Here I come.