They call this one “H3” which today stood for Heat, Humidity, and HILLS. Strava even pinged me to point out it was 186 feet climbed. It was cloudy enough to keep the temps from being as brutal, I got to listen to some sweet tunes (especially on that lonelier back half), and I even heard and saw a huge wild turkey. My favorite moment, though, was before the start while I waited for a port-a-potty. The gal in front of me turns around, looks at me, and says, “Wah gwaan?” I told I had googled just enough to know that was Jamaican slang for “what’s up.” Then she rolls up her pant leg and shows the tattoo of the Jamaican flag. Yah mon!
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