With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams...

last run in SLC

my lungs weren't on fire anymore..I guess that means it's time to go home

3 miles of street running (first 1.5 were slow), then we picked up the pace on the way back. 

In the middle, we did wind sprints up hill, running downhill (very steep), and push ups.  Did 4 sets.  Then switched to running up hill backwards, running down the steep hill, doing lunges, and doing crunches.  Did 3 sets.

The group stopped to do pull ups, dips & squats after 2.5 miles.  I stopped, and did squats and ran in place.  Then we ran the last .5 back to the start. 

My knee hurt all that day and all night long.  No more sprinting up & down steep hills for a while.

Hiked 6.15 miles.  My knee was still sore from the hill runs.  Didn't want to screw around with it and make it worse.  I wore a big knee brace, and we went hiking on the sandy trails.  We found a scary, trashy little back yard area with 3 or 4 sofas strung out along the trail, a door, some columns, and enough tires for all the school busses in the county.  What a ghetto trash dive.  I woudn't want to go there alone!!  I'm surprised we didn't hear the banjos playing.

On the way back, we got stuck on a dead end in the middle of 2 huge horse pastures.  It was either backtrack 1/2 a mile and try to find another way out, or cross the pastures.  Luckily, there were gates that weren't electric fences :-)