When the clouds got thick enough in the western sky to block the sun, me and my running partner left home. We traveled 3 miles before her tire was flat. Nice stranger #1 let us pump it up. Instead of heading home, we foolishly continued our quest, and by mile 5.5, she was flat again. Nice stranger #2 provided a pump and we made a beeline for Smoot Park where the boys were playing tennis. I dropped of my partner and ran the final 2 miles without a buddy. Between whining, being thirsty and having a sore butt from the bike seat, (Dad, my butt hurts soooo bad!! time passes Dad, how much my butt was hurting before, well, it hurts even more now!!) the first miles were quite slow. The last couple were faster, but less entertaining. I need to sign up for a half or full to give my training some focus, but I'm hesitant until this baby shows up. TOU? Pocatello? Definitely not Layton again. |