A good lesson I re-learned Tuesday: cut your toenails before running four hilly miles. The inside of my right shoe looks kind of like an abatoir at the toe. The sock looks worse. But man, that was a killer run. The end, all uphill and partly up stairs, was a squeezy-chest experience.
But the running is paying off with better, higher, flexier kicking in kickboxing, even in such a short time. And the weather is great. If it weren't for the weather year-round up here, I might be in a position to become a runner. Running downtown in the brilliant weather, with the dockyards and cliffs and the architecture (including the so-called "Bridge of Glass," which has what I consider the "Towers of Walmart bag rubbish") is really fantastic. Or it will be when the challenging terrain is less challenging.
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