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"Hey, let's do a quick warm up lap then head up the hill, I need to wake up a bit" I suggested. "Ahh come on, let's just power hike up the hill and begin running from there," my brother nonchalantly rebuttled back. So we began our "warm up" power hiking up the steepest incline in the park, watching my HR spike into the 150s, "hey dipshit, the key to a warm up is to get the blood flowing, not flirt with going anaerobic to begin a trail run," he laughed and shook his head in between heavy breaths. As we finally settled into our Christmas Eve run through Brady's Run, our backyard stomping grounds, the trails were quite Beast Coast beautiful. Mostly cloudy sky, 38 degrees, a frozen layer crusted the ground from the cold, as we climbed, descended and swung around switch backs for an eventful 7 mile run with 1100 ft of climb. We solved the world's problems a few times, and tossed out crazy ideas for ourselves to tackle in