This run kicks my ass. Almost every time, I experience infernal cardio and quad pain during the climb from the Stanford Ave entrance. The best stretch of the run is immediately after this climb — it's an S‑shaped quarter-mile heading due west (usually into the wind) and it provides a great view of the dish against the coastal range. But I'm usually fighting to catch my breath during this stretch, and spend most of it just trying to keep my shit together. This particular run was okay … I keep thinking that I'll get back to the good old days when I regularly clocked sub-50-minutes on this run. But I'm a long, long way from that right now. I ride my bike more. I run hills more. But can it be that I'm just not as fit as I was in those lovely, peaceful days of July 2002? I will remember July of 2002 as a series of quiet evening runs through the Stanford campus, punctuated by blissfully fast, fast times. Ah, to be young(er). Simpler times. Simpler, faster times.