Quite a wild long run today. At church today we talked about how the Sabbath was made for rest, so I felt guilty but I've been slacking on mileage from sickness so I needed distance. Drove out to McCoy at the corral that normally signals the turnaround for the run, but instead I just kept going. After two miles it switched from gravel to dirt, it was intense. Eventually I hit this ledge overlooking this giant divide with a huge river flowing way below me. I stood there in wonder, listening to nothing but wind. It was serene, then I heard the yap of a coyote or wolf or something, then many responding barks, sounding somewhat hostile. It then dawned on me that I was not even close to civilization and hadn't seen another person since the corral, so I turned and bolted. Despite the run being mainly pretty difficult uphill, I pressed hard, I figured "if I get eaten by wolves I'll regret going too slowly" so I kept a good quick pace. Finished 10 miles at 7:08 pace. Good run, quite scary.
S/O to my literal hero for winning nationals. @garek u r quick
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