Seeking a better country...

8:15 p.m.  BST with Kurt.  We went to school together from 4th grade on.  He did ragnar over the weekend, so we just banged out the miles and visited, easy pace.  Saw a dead snake on the sidewalk rather than the trail.  No rattle, but it still gave me the willies.  Serpents are strange creatures.

So I've been thinking about UVM.  Regardless of the wind this year, I think the canyon section of that course is horrible.  I hate running on concrete in any circumstance, and having rumble strips to trip over made it even worse.  The traffic noise was anything but soothing, and of course there aren't any spectators to speak of during this stretch.

Two other quibbles, one at the start and finish.  At the start, it would be nice to stand in a portapotty line without being soaked by sprinklers.  Perhaps in future years they could persuade the rancher to irrigate some other time.  Finally, the race information distributed at the expo indicated there would be ice baths at the race's end.  I guess they got held up in traffic or something, because there were none.  Other than this, the race seemed well organized, and it's a great event for Provo, but I have very little interest in returning.

I must be feeling back to normal if I'm complaining...  

6:15 a.m.  10k+ to Farmington and back.  I ran hard then easy then hard on the 5k course.  The little hill is a bugger.  I came home ravenous and ate 4 eggs, ham and toasts.  Jack didn't like the eggs.  I gave him one bite.  He pulled it out of his mouth and scrutinized it, then deliberately threw it on the floor.  I tried one more time and he made a face about as good as his lime juice face.

I don't understand why I can't sleep at 5:30 a.m. while lying in a comfortable bed, but while driving 75mph on I-215 at 8:00 a.m. I can't stay awake.  It's a good thing cars have horns.  They can be used to alert other drivers to danger. 

6:15 a.m.  My brown crocs are too big for morning runs.  I ran out of the left one three times.  Luckily, my ninja skills prevented any falls.  I decided to hit up legacy today, telling myself I was boring to run to Farmington and back all the time.  Well, this run reminded me why I usually stick with my other route.  I hate crossing the freeway, legacy smells bad, and running into the sun is unpleasant.  I'll stick with my north/south route shaded by the mountains, thank you very much.

Happy nuptials, allie and fiddy.  

Warmup alone around sugarhouse, and on the track with Tara and Glidergirl. 

My 2nd track 5k was as disappointing as my first.  Steve and I ran a lap together, then he steadily gapped me to about 100 meters.  We ran at that separation for the last half of the race.  But somehow, Tara magically passed me, and it took me over a minute to run the last 100 meters.  I know I slowed down, but I didn't think that much. 

The relay was a fun element, and I spent the rest of the day feeling like a chump because I didn't drag some of the kids out of bed to participate.  Next time...