Ok, the 4 fast miles weren't terribly fast, but they were faster than I meant to go. I met up with a friend who I'd never run with. Most can't really give me much of a workout (except they guys on this blog, of course)...and I don't say that to brag, it's just true. Most roommates and buddies just don't run as much as I do. But apparently Patrick runs daily or almost every day, and he runs trails. So, we ran up the trail on the north side of Logan canyon and down the the river trail. We "ran" through a little tunnel (I couldn't run very well in there because not only were we hunched over, Patrick was blocking the little bit of light at the end, so I couldn't see a thing). We also ran on top of a pipe (my favorite part). I must say that I'm impressed. He kept his pace up the whole time, like I said, that doesn't often happen with the friends that I've run with. But, it was exactly what I needed to run the sore out of my legs. My earlier, easier run didn't help with that much (may have made it worse, in fact). On the drive home I saw Cody and Jon (? were you two running together this evening?) decked out in their reflective vests, jogging along the sidewalk on 8th east. I wanted to honk or yell or something, but they never would have seen me. Twas too dark. |