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Another of my favorite "Heights"


Yesterday I wrote about the event at Sharon Heights, and last night I hiked up high with four of my dear friends on Windy Hill. It was a gorgeous night, albeit windy *duh* and we brought things to toast with at the top. Usually when we get together, which is only about once every two months, we do the basic go-out-to-local-sushi-restaurant or maybe to Oak City Grill routine (costing at least $40 per person with no view of anything but each other's grown up and go out clothes). Nothing wrong with good sushi, or sea-level girl talk, of course. But it stunned me to realize we'd never thought to do what we did last night, before last night. Hike + sunset wine toast + taqueria in Portola Valley afterwards. Total: $10 each, including a work out, meal and cocktails. Just a little reminder to myself that I love where I live and I need to live in it, more.

My sore thigh muscles were happy to let my arms pull a long set this morning:

*warm-up with 4 x 100's free

add pull gear for:

*500 moderate free (30 sec rest), 200 fast free (no rest), 50 recovery on back, 100 fast free (30 sec rest)
*400 moderate free (30 sec rest), 200 fast free (no rest), 50 recovery on back, 100 fast free (30 sec rest)
*300 moderate free (30 sec rest), 200 fast free (no rest), 50 recovery on back, 100 fast free (30 sec rest)

option to remove pull gear (I did) for:

*750 done by lengths of the pool:
5 lengths moderate
4 lengths fast
5 lengths moderate
3 lengths fast
5 lengths moderate
2 lengths fast
5 lengths moderate
1 lengths fast

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