… I try to keep a lot of my political sentiments out of this blog, because I’m willing to bet that 90% of the people who actually read this are on par with me and I find rare points for discussion… I am cooking, but not as much. It’s hot out here and by the time I get home, get another workout in or finish studying, I find myself making the aforementioned Risotto or what my friends are calling the “Jeanni Dinner” at 10 pm, and by then photography has become exhausting… and running, well I am running, half the time it’s great and the other half the time I find myself feeling discombobulated.
Like this morning, Tels and I had a great run (it’s really hard to have bad run with this around), but for me it was pretty close to horrible; my back hurt from a long MTB ride with Mark and probably the road run I did yesterday simply to feel fast because I found out how ridiculously slow I’ve been running trails. So Tels and I power hiked up some steep stuff, faster than I actually ever have before, but I couldn’t, for the life of me, hold a 9 min pace on the flats. Then we sat and watched the sun come up over the ridge line and flood the valley, and I sat and cried for a while, realized I should probably go home and ran back down the hills.
Do I regret going on my mountain bike ride? No, because it was awesome and I am getting so much stronger there.
I just want some cheese with my whine, and some direction. It may be getting towards do-or-die time, I just need a month of really great running, hopefully ending with the North Fork 50 and then I might be able to convince myself I really can do Wasatch.
Kelly, Jenny, Jayna, Adele… I could really use a trail running, breakfast eating buddy right now.