1 mile walking the dog in the morning. 1 mile walking the dog in the afternoon. She did not like the heat of the day. Ran 3 miles in a roundabout way to Wasatch Running Center. Some hormonal teenager skateboarded alongside me for about a block watching me and then finally said, 'Nice Bouncing Betties' and skated off. I resisted the urge to call him a little perv and just smirked and said Thank You.
Picked up my race packet for Park City (finally - tshirts sizes that someone other than Smooth can wear!). Bought a bunch of gus and blocks. My favorite marathon shorts developed 2 holes this afternoon, so bought 2 new pairs to try out. That reminds me of a funny story back in 2007 when my 17 year old was training for St. George. Most of his long runs would start at 10 p.m. on his day off (he worked nights cleaning Lagoon) and I would either meet him every hour or so or we would drop water. The last 5 weeks, I did a couple of runs with him to get him used to drinking every 2 miles like in the marathon. I would drive my jeep ahead 2 miles, park, then run back to meet him and run back to the car and give him drinks and gus and then leap frog ahead. About 10 miles or so into the run he started complaining that his compression shorts were torn. I had mended them a month or so earlier - but I guess he was too 'manly'. :-) Anyway - about 2 stops later he really was complaining because he was starting to chafe on body parts that he didn't like being chafed. I finally came up with the idea of trading shorts. He climbed in the front of the jeep and I climbed in the back and we threw jackets or blankets over us and traded shorts. Needless to say - I had a nice breeze the remainder of the run (luckily they were shorts with compression shorts inside the outer short). 2 more miles walking home.
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