Boy, there's nothing like the Dish to let you know who's boss. I was feeling pretty good about my running until Monday when we ventured back to the Dish trail after almost a month away from it. Between the fire that broke out there and caused a three week closure and my vacation, the hilly run had become somewhat of a fond memory. Running on the flat lands had given me this false sense of accomplishment that led me to believe that getting up the incline would not be a problem.
WRONG!
I huffed, and I puffed, and I had to stop and walk. Gravity wins yet again.
So, we battle again, my worthy adversary.
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