Maybe I'll Blog, Maybe I Won't

Well, it's been an interesting morning.  I was supposed to go running with Holt, Logan, and some of the other St. George guys this morning so I got up on time and drove to what I believed to be the designated meeting spot here in Hurricane...the Canal Trail trailhead.  Problem was, there are 2 trails that are sometimes called the Canal Trail.  I picked the wrong one.  The right one was one that I usually refer to as the "Rim Trail."  I was wondering what Holt was talking about when he said something about two towers.  By the time I remembered that there were two radio towers near the start of the Rim Trail and that that was probably where they were it was already 8:00...half an hour after I thought they would be there.  So I drove like a bat out of hell up to there and discovered that they had already left.  I figured they had a 3+ mile lead on me so I booked it up the trail as fast as I could go and cut off all the switchbacks, hurdling brush, yucca, and cactus as I went and praying that I wouldn't break my ankle or neck.  Got back on the trail and was able to find some footprints and determine that I was indeed on the right trail and very behind.  I knew because last time Logan ran with us I noticed that he had the same shoes as I do, and I also know that Holt usually runs in Asics.  Anyway, so I spent the next 7 or 8 miles trying to make up the distance and hope that I would catch them at some point, and also using my tracking "skills" to try and determine which turnoffs they took.  I must have got lucky because about 9.5 miles out I ran into a couple of bikers who said that they were a half mile ahead.  Turns out they sucked at judging distance because at several places I could see at least that far ahead and didn't see a soul out there.  So I kept going on the Jem Trail, crossed the Sheep's Bridge road, and continued.  Long story short, I never caught them a little after crossing the road I decided that they probably had a car waiting at the other end, would get there long before me and leave me stranded and too tired to run back out in the middle of the boondocks.  So I determined to cut my losses, get back to Sheeps Bridge road, run to the highway and back down the highway on a very narrow shoulder in 60 mph traffic back to the trailhead.  I almost died about 4 times, got tons of burrs in my socks, scratched my legs up a bunch and made it back in one piece.  So that is my adventure.  Sorry guys...I hope you had fun on your run!  I did.  Oh, and I just noticed Logan's comment on my blog about meeting at Maverick...that would have probably worked...haha.  I'll be back down in 2 weeks for Christmas break so we'll have to try again then...and I'll try to get to the right place.