This beautiful view of the city below is what you get after peddling for nearly 3 hours. Of course there was plenty of loveliness to behold along the way as well.
And there the feeling of accomplishment I felt for having made it to the top of the mountain was simply unbelievable.
Having had taken the week off from running and other rigorous cardiovascular workouts, my psyche was getting a little bit… um… DOWN. Thankfully, I didn’t give up yoga too. Can you imagine?
Well, yesterday I decided that it was time. I slide on my vibrams. More accurately, I fought with my toes for about 5 minutes trying to coax them into their respective pockets. That’s not the point, though.
The point is, I went running. And although it was initially a little bit of a challenge to breathe, suck on my throat lozenge, and avoid getting hit by the stream of cars frantically trying to get their starving owners fed, I quickly found a groove.
In the first few miles, I stopped a couple of times to remove the stuff being moved out my airways. It’s wonderful what a little movement and deep breathing will do. After that, I was good to go. — aside from wishing I’d had another throat lozenge to moisten my dry throat. Yeah, I guess I was doing a bit more mouth breathing than usual.
Anyway, I’m feeling much better today.