Been climbing the walls with moving stress and the residuals from the quad injury (thankfully it's nearly 100% now). Missed a lot of running.

Finally got out this morning for an 11-miler, with 1375 feet of climbing. I was thinking on my way up a 21% grade, how my whole attitude toward hills has mellowed this summer, both on the bici and running. Hills just are, and whether I'm attacking or taking it slow, they don't defeat me.

For some reason I just couldn't get myself out for a run in yesterday's sunshine, even knowing that I'd be running in cold rain this morning. And because of deer season, I took a more open, less scenic route than I normally would (even with my hi-viz on).

This was my last long run in the hills for a while, so I was savoring the climbs. I sure will miss them.