hawkeye

Hawks have always been good supervisors during my training. Some people get squeamish when they see a mouse or a roach, but then there are animals that have the opposite effect on you and give you warm fuzzies when you see them. This for me is the hawk. When I was running in New York surrounded by tall buildings, I would gaze around and up on a street light there would be the hawk, chest feathers pumped up looking down on me with a weary eye as if to say, "you can only aspire to reach the same heights as me." But at the same time encouraging me almost in secret. I'll see hawks playing in thermals while on trail runs, sitting on light posts above the highway, taunting drivers below stuck in traffic, sitting on cliffs, and coasting around the sky like professional surfers. Hawks are my Calgon.

Saturday, Robby and I played bike courier as we rode out to Bee Caves, picked up a package, rode back to my house and then ran the package to Fedex. Robby had to sprint to make the deadline, but mission accomplished. It made the workout that much more interesting. My legs felt tired, but kept in mind long and slow and not trying to race (sometimes it is hard for me) Rode: 45 miles, Ran: ~8 miles.