Day 57: Overcoming Tired Legs and Stockers Hill
The Reluctant Start Some days, stepping out the door for a run is an act of sheer enthusiasm. Today was not one of those days. The lingering effects of yesterday’s double threshold session clung to me like an overenthusiastic relative at a family reunion. My legs, in particular, were staging a quiet protest, demonstrating all the flexibility and responsiveness of a pair of ancient oak trees. It took until the afternoon before the rest of me joined in on the idea that running was, in fact, happening. The Stockers Hill Question The plan for today was a 55-minute base run, and I set off towards Highsted Valley with the vague notion of letting the route decide itself. Of course, this meant that the route, being a fickle and slightly malevolent entity, led me to the bottom of Stockers Hill. At this point, the sensible thing to do would have been to turn around and choose a gentler incline. Naturally, I did not do the sensible thing. Stockers Hill is one of those climbs that seems to stretch...