Nearly forgotten run.

This was the run from my last day of jogging class. It was uneventful, but it was very warm. Humorously, it was supposed to be a very flat route in and around the Sylvania campus, but it began in an upward fashion, continued thusly, and pounded me for most of the "run".

I alternated walking with light jogging on the prodigious hills, enjoying actual running on the downhill stretches. Most of the final push back into campus, however, was downhill, but I was so broken from forcing myself up the unplanned hills, I couldn't even sustain constant downhill running.

At one point, I was separated from my partner and had no idea where I was in relation to the school. For the most part, I go to school and come directly home. Where most of my fellow students know the neighborhood and local landmarks, I don't even know street names or general directions. When my partner turned out of view, I decided that was the perfect occasion to cease running and give myself up for dead. Then I rounded the same curve, realized I was simply approaching the school from a new direction, and picked up my pace. I even took a slightly longer route back to class, knowing it to be predominantly downhill.

When it was all over, I washed off my face, loaded up on water and juice, and enjoyed a potluck with my fellow classmates before saying goodbye for the term. I hope I got an A.