Josse was kind enough to suggest we go for a 10 mile run this morning. I was really excited to try and keep a 8:00 to 8:15 pace sustained for 10 miles with a seasoned, experienced new running friend. It was going to be so fun to get to know her, etc, etc. Then, at 5:45 a.m. right before I was walking out the door, I could not find my keys (we won't mention names here, but lets just say they were in someone's pocket who left for Salt Lake at 5:00 a.m.). Anyway.....I jumped on my mountain bike (I know! That old heavy one I used to ride to work---before I had kids--) and rode 7.5 miles as fast as I could. I showed up 15 minutes late, Josse was gone (by the way--I don't wait either--- so I'm not offended or sad in the very least). But when I got to Will's Pit Stop, I realized I didn't even have a chain for the bike, so I asked the station attendant if he would hide my bike in the back. THEN, I started running toward the canyon. I ran almost three slowish miles (8:40's) into those strong morning canyon winds and around there found Josee running back down the canyon. So I turned around and ran back with her. I was determined to try and do 6 at least, but missed it by a few 10ths. Shoot, can we try that again Josse? That was wholly unsatisfying until those last 2.85 miles (8:31,7:41, 8:01)--then it was too late. Also, I sense about 10 million stories you have to tell me, and I'm ready to hear them.... Anyway, riding home fast on my bike, soaking wet from the run was a little bit CHILLY. When I got back I looked and my Garmin had never stopped. I rode 7.5 miles home and those BIKE miles averaged 5:00 m/m. Isn't what those fast runners do while RUNNING? I couldn't have even ridden my bike in a race against them and won. Man. Anyway, saw Sasha and Jeff finishing their run just as I was getting closer to home. I can't even tell you how un-interested I am in doing a triathalon right now.
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