Stoked
This is the trail we were on. In my case, for hours! Stoked means the fire is well fueled and can burn for a while. Right now, that's me. Here's what happened yesterday: I went to the weekly ORF training run, where I'm volunteering through my running club as a pacer. I, along with my good and talented friend L, am signed up to pace the 12-minute-mile half marathon group. Because I'm not training for the Oakland Half Marathon but in fact am training for the LA Marathon, in March, I need to run a longer distance than my pace group (which--oh wonderful circumstance--is an inspired and inspiring group of blossoming women runners). This means after I run with the group each week, I need to keep moving on my own for considerably more distance. The run started at the Richmond Marina and headed south for 5 miles, at which point the the gals (along with L, who is recovering from an injury) turned around and headed back. I kept my face pointed south, and stayed on the