Tuesday I headed to Thorncrag, knowing that meant hill work; it's just unavoidable there. I always think the same thing when I run there - Why don't I run here more often. I got in a hard workout in just an hour and enjoyed beautiful scenery. I stopped to admire a hawk perched in a tree not to far from one of the trails. I thought he might be a sharp-shinned or cooper's hawk, but he had on pants (Thanks, Squirrel!) and neither of them wear any. He wasn't very big...Any whoo, he was beautiful. I was the one that left. I don't think he thought about me at all.
I am still plotting which route to run for the TWMiH event. There are so many evil choices!
maybe they were ice pants?
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