Let’s go to Bourbon country and sing camp songs, see some cannonballs, and drink some bourbon.
Let’s go spend a week in the beauty of outdoor southwest Virginia, and learn that we have no rhythm.
My only real goal was a respectable finish. For a minute there, I allowed myself a “strong finish” goal, but then remembered that I am a capital B beginner runner. This goal will later be amended to: “don’t be last. Please, just don’t be last”.
Never one to argue with the gods of travel, when National Geographic names a hike “One of the Top 20 Trails on the Planet”, you go.