The HARD right

I went for a 5+ mile run last night. I sounded totally asthmatic at times, especially when I was climbing one of the many hills. I struggled up to the top of Ira Lane, and I was considering just running out to the main road, and a flat quarter-mile back home. But then I thought about how swimming 750 meters, and how my lungs need some more capacity. So, I made the first right turn, back up a steep hill, adding another mile. At least going that way the last quarter mile is a big downhill. Although while I was running down, someone's dog came out of the yard to chase me. I had to turn around and run back up the hill so his owner could catch him.

Then today I did the lower-body workout at the gym. I thought my gastrocnemius were going to pop!