Go, you chicken fat, go away!

Today was day 1 of Ragnar's 7Summits Challenge.  This is a virtual run, and the idea is for the combined elevation gain of all the particpants to equal or exceed summitting the 7 tallest peaks on each continent 10 times over.  The goal for today was 320 feet of elevation.  I went to GoogleEarth yesterday to see how much that distance that would be running my Usery Pass route.  I measured it at 1.55 miles.  Piece of cake.  I decided to run 1.6 just to be safe.  Good thing.  Strava doesn't tell you your distance to the hundredth of a mile, just to the tenth.  I stopped right at 1.6 and paused.  I checked my elevation gain and it said 325.  Not bad.  Then I crossed the road and headed down.  I saw the lady that I had passed on her bicycle after she had passed me and then had to stop.  There were a few more cyclists out, but most of them were coming up the hill.  I can't remember a single cyclists passing me on the downhill as I was running down.  I like seeing cyclists.

I took the other way home because there was construction going on the road the way I came.  I saw a dead Salt River horse on the side of the road that someone had covered with a blanket.  It was sad, but not nearly as sad as hearing about all the deaths from the shootings in Las Vegas last night.