I ditched my tempo run yesterday. It was just way too nice a day to run on the treadmill, and I know it's perfectly possible to do tempo runs outside, but the mountain was calling my name.
OK, it's more of a hill. But it's 1200 feet tall, and it's a ton of fun to run up. Plus with that trail 50K coming up in August, I definitely need to practice running on trails. Particularly trails that gain a ton of elevation, because over the course of that race I will be climbing 6,400 feet. YIKES.
The views at the top are pretty amazing:
...and that's one of the 2049380238 reasons I will never live in Florida. Or Delaware. Or any other flat state.
It's only about 2 miles from the start of the trail to the top, so I added a few miles around downtown to make a total run of 6.25 miles.