I got a chance to drive the Forks XV course today, and I think I may be officially SCREWED. The hills, my god, THE HILLS!!!
This makes my Dad a real ironman - he never complained about anything, and I think these hills may actually kill me. He ran this race once (must have been 25 years ago) and lived to tell about it. I swear the course was flatter back then. Here's the route, although the mile markers are short because several waggles at the start and finish are not mapped.
I took yesterday off because my hip flexors were still killing me. A liberal application of mentholated Aspercreme has loosened everything up and tomorrow should be a good easy day. Since next weekend is Easter and we will be up in the north country, I will have to get all quality runs in this week.