long run. in pictures.

I often dread the long run. Once I get going though, it is pretty good. Mostly because I realize how fortunate I am to have great running trails and such right out my back door. It is a great city. I love it.

Here is what it looked like on Friday -- 11 miles.

The trail is less of a trail and more of a bank here.

Still on the trail - heading downhill, dodging roots.

Construction at Lyndale bridge.

Oh, the Lyndale hill. It doesn't look that menacing here, but it never fails to offer a challenge - on foot or bike.

One of the water fountains that kept me going. ....this is Lake Harriet. I can't tell you how much I was looking forward to the water stop at Portland (about 9 miles in)

I think this explains itself. Or maybe not.