FB rumor said that lake blanche was "damn near runnable." Hmm. Maybe I should pick up swearing so I can understand what that means a little bit better. Cuz apparently it means 1/2 mile of climbing on snowy/icy single track and hoping you don't post-hole to the point of no return in the empty spots behind the boulders.
Drama aside, it was an incredible morning and just what I needed. I was surprised at how much vert there was in that 3 miles up (I won't post it here, I don't want to discourage a certain someone from running it with me this weekend) but it was nice how runnable that vert was. The view at the lake was outstangingly gorgeous and worth every step. I needed that fun and adventure to soothe me mentally and ground me as I prepare for Bryce.
I then literally giggled the whole way down jumping off of boulders.
For the sake of time I finished off the last 6 miles at dimple dell just so I could get in the miles I needed before preschool got out.
Shins and achilles were screaming on every small incline. Baths and rolling didn't help. Massage tomorrow.
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