I'm at my parents house this week because my parents went to California for a wedding so I was in charge of watching my sisters (ages 14, 9, and 9). They got back late Tuesday night but I'm still here because my cousin and uncle who live in Georgia are in town and staying with my grandparents. So I'm in Salt Lake until Sunday.
I miss running in Salt Lake. I miss the neighborhoods and big trees overhead. It has been good to be back.
Today I went up to Foothill and took it over to 1700 S, up to Wasatch and back down 1300 S.
I also got bitten by a dog... first time that's happened while running. I thought he was a friendly guy just getting excited like my dogs but no I think he was protecting his owner who I was passing. Ah well at least it's not a bad bite.