So I guess I'm willing to risk it, even if it is.
Yet another blissful day out in the sunshine.
After a lively chat with some nice strangers, I did my legs day. Things have shifted around a bit, since my physio and I are doing stuff. Working well, as I'm finding my legs flaming out at the end of my last set, mostly.
Then it was off to a recovery run. Strapped on the camera and the backpack, at mule speeds, bumbled down to the snow castle. The front of it was caved in, and it looked like it had been seiged with catapults and dramatic music. It's fucking magical running up here.
Sculpture Garden after the seige
The screenshot, for the challenge, and
last kilometer is strongest kilometer :)
Finally, a look at some of the running surface. Bare ice. Of course most of the run is on nice firm snow, but that doesn't look as impressive in photos.
An easy run after legs is a great way to start recovery. I get them as beaten as I can with weights, then run them until properly tenderized. Feels right, anyway. Time will tell.