Yesterday and today I went running along the swollen banks of the mighty Yahara river. Yesterday was more intervally, but today... today made me happy. I found third gear, and just kind of cruised along merrily, my body trotting along the path easily and well within itself, without gasping for breath or aching or screaming for help. So that was pretty awesome.
106.6 miles to Lothlorien.
Aso, we went to the Henry Vilas zoo yesterday, where we got to meet an orangutan who had come up to the glass and was shading his eyes with his hands to get a better look at the monkeys running around inside. We also watched Henry, the zoo's elderly and diabolical lion, enjoy himself by tricking the monkeys into running back and forth between the two observation points beside his habitat. He would walk over to one, get up close to the glass, and roar, vociferously. And then, when all the children had runrunrun down to that end, he would pace deliberately back to the other end of the habitat and commence being picturesque there--bouncing up rocks or stretching against trees.
Yeah. Cats like to screw with the monkeys.