Got out at 4am this morning in Millcreek. I actually got to the parking lot at quarter to four, and while there were quite a few cars in the lot, they were all dark and unoccupied. No worries, I brought the complete works of Flannery O'Connor. I'd been wanting to re-read one of her classics, "A Good Man is Hard to Find."
So from 3:45-4:15am I sat reading about an escaped murderer who kills a young family with their grandmother on an abandoned dirt road.
The truck behind me occasionally had glimpses of light. I figured I was just over-excited with my reading and that it would be best to ignore it.
That is, until 4:15 when JK and LH pull in.... and that truck turns on and drives down the road! So someone was there the whole time! I'm sure it was someone who lives in their truck just looking for a quiet place to sleep, but it was still a little unnerving.
Kind of like the time I made the excellent decision to listen to "Lovely Bones" while running on the trails in Logan Canyon at midnight by myself. If you ever want to be spooked, listen to a murder on your ipod while running on the trails by yourself. It'll make you stronger... or more resilient at the next haunted house.
Apparently GPA is not a true indicator of intelligence.
It was a brilliantly fun run. Good convo, good pace, and good snacks (thank you homemeade Larabar). It was warm and crisp and clear. I even enjoyed the "rough" single-track.... it's like running down something technical, while not running downhill.
All was going well, til I got food poisioning today. Thankfully after 4 hours of misery, it's starting to clear out. Glad I didn't eat all that much today.
I swear I've thrown up more this winter than any other (excluding pregnancies). On the flip side, I've never come this far through winter without getting a bad cold or sinus infection.
And simply because life is incomplete without imagery and music:
 That's a cool hunk of snow that looked like a rose.
Song of the day, Last Kiss cover by Pearl Jam
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