I awoke to drizzle near my house and snow on Green Mountain in Lakewood, a mere few hundred feet higher. It may be a squat brown hill, but it behaves like a mountain, catching snow and thunderstorms.
I parked my car up there and started a walk, but my shoes were getting soaked -- time for the wool socks!
I also spotted Cujo and his owner coming down, and at about 1/10 of a mile away the dog came to alert when it saw me -- a walker on a popular public trail -- as if I were a bear or a burglar. I turned around, because I was cold and needed to get going anyway. He probably thought nobody else would be out in this weather.
I spent all week working on the inside middle of my left calf, and I only got down about a 1/2 inch. Some of it produced a stinging sensation as I worked it sideways, gradually softening it (over days). There's still a ton of tight muscle in there, so it may take an entire month to loosen both calves! What the heck have I been running with, if so much of it is firm and less elastic?
Not up on the Ironman races/athletes, but I'll be interested to see how the Slickrock 100 turns out. Also happening this weekend, a traverse.
I'm heading west again for a long weekend.