So starts a typical "I just moved back to Utah during the start of winter" run. After driving through the scattered hail storms I arrived at Sugar House Park. It was a fantastic day in the park complete with background music from the Beatles (Here comes the sun)
| Depending on which direction you looked the weather changed |
| I made sure to put the geese, pigeons, and ducks in my direct path (they almost didn't move) |
| And then I climbed this mountain. Just kidding! |
| My legs felt like lead so I did some hill intervals and... |
| Swing-set cross training! Maybe it is time to admit running is more of a mental break for me |
| I ran passed Highland High's (one of the best teams this season) football field. That is the one they play their games on. |
Time out.
Let us do a comparison with my high school football field
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| Utah: where people focus on things other than football |
Basically, this blog post is to encourage my Dad to get out and run. You think my sense of adventure comes from my youthful recklessness? I assert that it is genetic.
Example 1: After driving for a day across country we arrive at
Even though he complained the whole way (to all my friends ever past, present, and future may blessings rain down upon you for dealing with me) he was optimistic and took so many pictures!
| "Look I'm not dead yet!" |
| He kept up with me! |
| VICTORY! |
Diamond Belle and other family members agree with me.
I am right and you know it.
Do it.
And stop drinking so your organs won't shut down.
Love you Dad!

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