"Fast miles" is qualifed as anything sub 9:00. Ran with Catherine this morning. We haven't done a run over 5 since Fall. She felt pretty strong....but she could be having a cardiac arrest and I would never know. She just runs and never complains. Unlike me, I like to complain. And then I stop to stretch the parts I complain about. At the end of the trail Timpanogos had one trianglar section lit bright pink from behind as the sun hit the horizon in the East. The whole imense mountain face stood cool, stark, and steely white, except this one angular section of pink where the sun kissed it good morning. This, reflected with razor-edge precision in mirrored stillness of the lake. It's like if a tree falls in the forest, can anyone hear it. Does beauty exist in silent places across the earth even if there is no one there to witness it?. Yes. The freakin answer is yes. Just get out there and be the first one to see it in the morning. The lake is now almost all the way unfrozen except around the reedy edges and the rocky pier. The lake was so still, it shone the same breathtaking shade of silvery-blue-and-pink that filled the sky. What a gift to be filled with these silent beautiful moments, alone in the world, before anyone else is awake enough to ruin the view.
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