A.M.
Met George Barlow at the top of North Ogden Divide--he was late again--and ran on the Ben Lomond Peak trail. Up the trail for 25 minutes, then turned around. We were both on somewhat of a time crunch--he had to get to Salt Lake and I had to get to Layton to do a job before it got blistering hot.
P.M.
Decided to save some gas and bike to the bank to drop off a check instead of driving, so AnnMarie, Myles and I hooked up the bike trailer and away we went. We made it to the south end of Fruitland drive when AnnMarie's tire--Bam!--went flat in seconds. Fortunately, a passerby with a bike rack on a mini-van offered a ride, and AnnMarie accepted. Myles and I forged on to the bank and made it there mere minutes before closing, only to discover they were closed for the entire week--"Sorry for the inconvenience". Oh well, nothing to do but head for home, Myles in tow. Pulling a bike trailer isn't easy, but I keep reminding myself that it's a good workout. 11 miles round trip, count it as 5 miles running.
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