|"He must know Latin--look at his sandals!"|
Enter next weekend's 24 miler:
|My path will follow the white dots, starting at the North Rim in the distance.|
From left to right (north to south), that's 5761 feet down, 4380 feet back up in (hopefully) one morning. In the summer.
I keep telling myself that it's only 24 miles, which is a distance I've run... twice in my life... on flat roads.
|Not pictured: a hill|
Masochistic? Hoooo, yeah.
Am I going to make it? Tune in next week to find out.