Tonight was my first night of solo-night-running. I'm sure my mom will read this and IM me tomorrow about how I shouldn't be running alone at night so I have devised a route to put her mind at ease. The good part is that it's a safe, well lit, heavily trafficked route. The bad part is that it's down (and back up) the most deceptive hill in all of King county.
Some hills like Queen Anne or Dravus are obvious - you can mentally prepare for them (or avoid them). But to the naked eye 24th Avenue 'looks' like a fairly flat route. You don't have to downshift to drive up it or set your emergency brake when you park on it and there are no sweeping views of the city from the top of it...but make no mistake...24th Avenue is a HILL.
Which explains my insistence upon returning home that my pedometer must be broken. How could that leg aching, lung burning, sweat pouring, run have only been 2.13 miles? I'm sure the group smoking outside the Viking would have rated my effort at a 10 even though at times it felt like one of those dreams when you're running as fast as you can but you're not moving. Upon returning home, Run.com confirmed my believe that 24th Avenue is a hill (the ascent of my run was 207 feet) but it also unfortunately confirmed that my run was 2.08 miles (ouch, even shorter than I thought!)
Oh well - I'll keep the route. It's well lit, lets me make some of the bar hoppers feel guilty for drinking and not exercising, but most of all, I feel like a superstar while I'm descending those 207 feet.
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