Okay, I am a glutton for punishment, I admit it. After leaving New Hampshire, stopped off in Portland and ran Back Cove. It was more I just couldn’t sit in the truck any longer, the port-a-potty called my name (that darn Starbucks medium coffee came back to haunt me) and I love running Back Cove.
So with those three factors going on, I decided why not take a break and do a lap around the Cove. Continue reading