Patience; the new endurance sport.

Running into the mouth of the Canyon, there was a group of lythe, muscular, shirtless young men (maybe 20 or more of them) standing in a group on the trail. They were standing in a group talking, or maybe waiting, and when they saw me coming from behind, the parted like the red sea to line either side of the trail and began cheering with their arms up as if I were crossing a finish line. So I ran past smiling and holding my arms up in triumph as I sprinted past. It was a most wonderful random running moment. It was as if they had been waiting for me to arrive, and encoraging me to keep on doing my thing. It didn't hurt that they were young, tan, and sweaty either. Happy Tuesday fur shure.

Finally all the kids off to school at the same time. I can actually run now between seeing them off for school and work as long as I don't run more than 5 miles. I'm surprized by my pace. 9:15-30's are feeling easyish, whereas all these past months, pulling 10's was like death. It has taken me a full year to get over running anywhere but "MY" trail. But I'm getting there. I still try to find beauty in the proximity of the mountains, the vistas of the lake from the bench, and looking at people's gardens and landscaping. I do get down to this side of the trail---which is landscaped in the most lovely way--I just hate running along side the cars, their noise & smell, and my perceieved invasion of personal space and private time. I'll get down to "My" end of the trail for few Saturdays with Cath. Back in May, that 2 mile segment from the Utah Lake to Geneva Road (Provo Half marathon), it didn't feel like "My" trail anymore.