What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. I guess I'm stronger. Last night I ran with the Salt Lake City Running Club for the first time. They were a friendly group; A bunch of old guys retelling old marathon war stories. This happened to be one of their hardest runs.
We started at Little Dell Recreation Area and proceeded to Emigration Canyon. We climbed until we got to the pass. The first push was the hardest because I wasn't fully warmed up. Once we made the left turn onto Emigration Canyon Rd the climbing wasn't as bad, though it was still very steep. I cursed the idea of ever coming with Karla, but the thought of reaching the top kept me going. At least I was in a beautiful area.
The run down the mountain wasn't any better than the run up. The heart wasn't pounding so hard and I wasn't out of breath, it was the beating on the quads. At least I got down quicker than I ran up. At this point Karla and I were running with this guy who had come late and parked his car about a mile into the run. We got a ride back to our car because that slight uphill at the very end didn't sound too appealing. Besides, Karla had to be somewhere and I really didn't need an eight mile run that day. I felt good about what I did.
7 Miles; Emigration Canyon
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