Seeking a better country...

After finishing all the driveways with my boys, I ran to the end of Centerville and back.  I didn't really want the extra .4, but there it is.  My muscles are still sore from the Saturday run.  I'm coming down with something, but feel better today than I did yesterday.  I wish work wasn't so busy, and I could take some days to relax with the kids.

Ran the first 4 miles with my son.  He set the pace, around 8:15 for the 4 miles.  After he quit, I ran one more at 7:09.  We went in the dark, breathing clean air and enjoying 40 degree temperatures.  I felt like I was stealing, the conditions were so nice.  It was great to have my son along.  He runs pretty well, he just needs to keep doing it.  I told my kids I'd give them a hundred bucks if they ran a hundred miles in 2 months.  I figured that might be enough to get them hooked, then I'd have running buddies to choose from.

I spent the afternoon using the SEM at the U.  Since I was in the vicinity, I ran up City Creek.  The view along 11th Ave. demystifies the crappy, stagnant air over the last few weeks.  This valley is a huge bowl.  

Lunch at La Hacienda was way too much cheese and beans and Dr. Pepper for this run to feel very good.  I side-ached most of the second half, but managed 8 minute miles overall. My old shoes felt fine, and my brother in law's pants didn't fit.

It was snowing.  We went out to eat.  It was a long week at work.  It was 9:30.  I went anyway.  7:55, 7:57, 7:56, 7:36, 7:44.  Consistently slow.  The meatball sandwich was making it's presence known every step of the way.  

 I'm sure these miles count for something, if not physically then definitely mentally.   

I hurt my neck today doing snow earlier.   I spent 1.5 hrs at the chiropractor trying to get it straightened out.  Maybe I should have skipped the run.  10 grinding treadmill miles.   The Jazz were up by 30, and BYU was at halftime.  

Now I'm waiting for pizza to be ready.  I'm starving!