Drove up to Boise Friday morning, then over to Rexburg in afternoon/evening. Got a hotel, and was alone the entire day with Rosalie and Teresa in SLC. So, I went running...and..running...and...running. In the morning at about 8:00, I picked up Ryan from Jackie's, and ran out to Sugar City cemetery, where he turned around. I kept going, up 3000 E. to the top (that's a long hill). Met a 20 year old girl in the middle of her 10 miler, so we ran back into town together, stopping where I stashed some gatorade, which was slushy cold and delicious. Her name was Kelsey. Once to the hotel, that was a 14.8 miler. I was content with this, but got bored, so later I went out again. It was raining/snowing, and I had my tunes. Listening to Prairie Home Companion, I went out to get my first stash of Gatorade, which was about 6 out. I was famished, and barely made it back to Nygaards. All day, all I had had was a cup of hot chocolate in the morning, a bite of a chicken pot pie (awful) at KFC, and a coke. Once at Nygaards, I ate three oranges, a cup of OJ, and several handfull's of cashews. That got me home again, which was very cold. I sat in the hot tub to thaw, then watched television until Rosalie arrived, at about midnight. |