Off to the Cape
by Emily H.
From post-flight drugged sleep,
I wake up to the sunny Fens,
First a run…then we’re off!
From post-flight drugged sleep,
I wake up to the sunny Fens,
First a run…then we’re off!
Climbed a 10b: hard.
Left running shoes in Erik’s car: gah.
Flew to Boston: yay!
Start slow, continue slow,
Breathe steady, keep your shoulders down,
Head up, eyes on the peaks.
Last run: November.
May rain jumps on my red face.
Ouch, owwwch, whimper, whine.
Nothing like a time change
To make me think I’m even less
Useful than usual.
Thursday: Brooklyn Boulders,
I conquer slab wall; Avengers
Conquer all. Go Hulk.
Friday: Inside Boston’s
City Hall brutalism,
A marriage license!
Saturday: To Dedham
Then Denver, via Southwest:
Scoots gets a good seat.
Sunday: Sunburned run
(Closer to the sun, the mountains,
And sweet little Sam.)
Boston tomorrow,
Then Denver, the Cape, then back
To New York. Rinse, repeat.
Ran in the mist today,
Chilly valleys, warm ascents,
Then Scoots got a bath.