Today was a pretty good run. We went from East, to sugarhouse, then did a run I have no way of describing because I kept focused on trying to keep up with the group. We went over a bridge and then it got all turn-y and stuff. We went to a cemetery and then over a bridge and followed the same way we came. Bill wanted me to stay with the group so I tried the best I could. I stayed up with them (and even was in the front all the way to sugarhouse) until I crashed like half of the way in sugarhouse. I fell back, but when we went on the bridge over the freeway, I started to pick up my pace because I don't know this run and I didn't want to get lost. I was trying as hard as I could to get up to them, that when I did I felt sooo worn out. I didn't want to finish, but I didn't even know how to get back. We had taken so many turns that I just decided to stay with the group. I eventually fell back again, and when I got to that super busy street next to the cemetery it took forever to cros because the cars kept coming. I just waited for them at the gate because I didn't want to get lost on the way back. I stretched while I waited. Then they came, and I tried yet again to keep up with them, but yet again failed. I was super tired and had a cramp the whole way back from sugarhouse, but I went what felt like pretty fast because I needed to get home. I did 10 miles, while the group did 11 (they did a lap in the cemetery that was a mile. good for them) | 