Three Hills, Less Air to Spare

I set out for three long hill repeats on P’kols and immediately realized I’d forgotten my voice recorder, so the phone, a discarded glove, and a bit of improvisation had to do. Mist, steady rain, soaked feet, and steep grades kept the effort honest as I moved between running and hiking, listening closely for zone changes. The climbs weren’t about speed but patience, rhythm, and accepting what the hill allowed. Between summits and familiar faces on the trail, thoughts drifted to future miles and long walks along Hadrian’s Wall. Imperfect audio or not, the work got done — unrushed, intact, and exactly as needed.