Cursed Realm of the Faceless Ghost

Catherine and I are still in the process of moving, in accordance with what a friend of ours calls the "20-80 rule," which states that it takes about 80 percent of the time to move the last 20 percent of your stuff. I call it "holy crap we have a lot of crap." But whatever you call it, I'm sure you're familiar with the fun of trying to move all of those last little things lying around that don't really have a home but aren't really trash, either. Good times.

Anyways, my original plan was to get up really early and run Timp this morning, seeing as we now live in Provo. But then I decided it would be a good idea to assemble the dresser we bought for Catherine at Ikea this weekend before I headed up to Salt Lake, so I planned to stop and run Grandeur Peak on my way to the old apartment. Then I remembered just how long it takes to assemble Ikea furniture.

Long story short, I put the dresser together in about three hours. By then I figured I didn't really have time for any kind of a long run, so I just drove up to the old apartment and ran the BST just like the good ol' days. After that I met Catherine at the tire place and then we went to grab lunch together. (Eating out frequently is a side effect of moving, and will continue to be until we unpack all the dishes.)

As I was dropping Catherine off at the office, some gut approached us for a couple of bucks, although it took him about 15 minutes for him to actually get to the point where we realized that was what he was after. Longest setup ever. I wonder how it works out for him.

1:21:52

In the middle of all the packing and the cleaning and the moving, a ride or a run on the trails is one of the highlights that I look forward to each day. This morning I set out for another loop on the BST, but as I headed up towards Dry Whatever I could tell something was off. My stomach was a mess, and my head wasn't really any better. I pushed on, mapping out a newer, shorter route in my head with every step, but by the time I hit the trailhead it was obvious that the only smart choice was to turn around and call it a day.

With so many new variables in the mix over the last few days, it's hard to say which one or which ones messed me up. I'm disappointed, but the only thing to do now is put this run behind me and move forward. Maybe I'll get out for another short run this evening. Maybe I'll just write today off and count it as recovery. Either way, I hope to feel better tomorrow.

38:51

Went for a morning road ride with a friend in Salt Lake. Out past the airport, then an out and back to Saltair. Mellow miles with good company.

Travel day, so not much time to run, other than a few miles on the Pinecrest trails with Catherine and her brother.

Two laps around Pinecrest Lake. The trail is pretty flat, but incredibly technical. I don't know if I've ever run such a rocky trail.

In the afternoon we hiked up to a place called Cleo's Bath with Catherine's family and took a dip in the mountain water.

I ran up to Cleo's Bath, took a quick dip  and then finished a lap around the lake.