Coming and Going

Catherine dropped me off at work yesterday morning, and I called it a day around 4:00.

It's a strange feeling when something ends after being a major part of your life for a long time (for me, 3 years and 7 months counts as a long time). I'm looking forward to going back to school, but I'll miss going to the office every morning, as strange as that may sound. And I'll miss my coworkers much more.

I've been lucky to work with some great people for the last few years, and I consider all of them my friends. We went to lunch on Thursday and we ate cupcakes and said our goodbyes on Friday, but after that I went home and that was that. They'll be back on Monday, and I won't. I guess that's life.


At about the same time I was leaving one part of my life behind, I decided to revisit another. I renewed my cycling license on Thursday and I raced the Tour de Park City this morning. It went about as well is you'd expect, given my preparation, which means it couldn't have been more different from last year's race. I guess I should be happy I at least managed to finish before the masters pack ran me down, although just barely.

Being back in the pack felt a lot like visiting LA after having been gone for so long--it used to be home, and it could be again, but it definitely isn't right now. And although it's nice to visit, you don't want to stay too long.

I don't know if I ever said so, but I thought I had left cycling behind, at least for this part of my life. And as I rode over Bald Mountain Pass all I was thinking about was the trails and running in the mountains, so maybe I have. Who knows.

For anyone who's interested, I've posted a rambling, yet more detailed report on my FRB page.


Me and my support crew. The day wasn't all bad.

Sapper Joe 50K

Catherine and I both ran the Sapper Joe trail race yesterday morning out at Camp Williams. Catherine ran the 15K, and I ran the 50K. It was a good day for both of us: Catherine finished top 5 in the women's 15K, and I won the 50K and set a course record. For anyone who's interested, I've posted a full report of my race on my training blog.

After all these years, Landis comes clean

I woke up in the middle of the night and decided to check my email before returning to bed. The first thing I saw was an email from Mark with a link to this article in the Wall Street Journal.

Regarding doping, I became a cynic long ago. I always knew something like this would happen someday, but I'm still surprised now that it's happened.

Before I go on, I should acknowledge that none of Landis's accusations have been substantiated yet. But I don't doubt them. Cycling is full of rumors and vague accusations, but Landis has been very specific in naming names and describing exactly when and how the doping took place. After his prolonged legal battle, I'm sure Landis learned enough about libel laws to know better than to make stuff like this up. Besides, what he says is much easier to believe than the alternative (that Armstrong et al are clean). You don't have to trust Landis or even like him--it's hard to believe he's making this stuff up.

It's disheartening. If everything Landis says is true, can anyone believe that any ProTour rider (at least, any rider who wins things) is clean? And if not, that means that every developing rider with genuine talent will at some point in his career have to choose between integrity and success. That's sad.

I wonder why Landis chose to come forward now. After all, he still has (had) a career in cycling (although not like he used to, or like the riders he accuses still have). And his emails will no doubt lose him many friends and cause him plenty of trouble. But I'm glad he came forward, because someone needed to do it.

Of course, it's not like riders haven't come forward before, and I doubt this will change anything. The European cycling world will probably use this to discredit American cyclists while celebrating the accomplishments of riders like Contador. And the sporting world in general will probably use this to discredit cycling while celebrating the accomplishments of other "clean" athletes (does anyone know exactly how many soccer player were implicated in Operacion Puerto? Why do we never hear about them?). And life will go on as usual.

Oh well.

Anyways, it's late and I've been typing away without much thought. But I felt like I needed to write something before I went back to sleep, and I stand by everything I've written (except the typos).

Red Mountain 30K

It's been too long. But not because I haven't had anything to write about. For example, since my last post I shaved my beard (and my head), Catherine started her new job full time, I committed to law school at BYU, Catherine and I had our body compositions measured at the University of Utah's exercise science lab, and I finally met my brother and sister in law. Any of those could have provided material for a blog post, but I was lazy, so instead all you get is this paragraph. Sorry.

Anyways, Catherine and I went down to St. George this weekend for the Red Mountain 30K. I originally signed up for the 50K, but I decided that I'd rather run the shorter race and train through it than run the longer race and take a week for recovery afterward. Since I'm still new to running, I though this would be better for me overall, and half a week later I stand by my decision.

The race started at 7:00, but because the course was a point to point we had to be at the finish in Ivins by 6:00. From there, the race volunteers shuttled us to the start, just west of Veyo and up the canyon from Gunlock.

The course was not technical, but it was fast and beautiful. From the start, we ran about 12 miles down the canyon to Highway 91, which we then followed back into Ivins. The course ran long (19.1 miles instead of 18.6) and descended 1,500 feet while climbing only 500.

Catherine and I knew this would be a small race, but we were surprised to see that there were only 12 runners at the start (there were about 50 runners in the 50K). Small fields like that don't usually provide fierce competition, but they do make for a friendly, low-key atmosphere, and during the 20 minutes or so we spent waiting for the start I think Catherine and I met all 10 of our fellow racers.

When I decided to race the shorter distance, I decided to treat the race as a fast training run. Instead of going out too hot from the start, I wanted to force myself to settle into a hard but comfortable pace so that I could still have enough left in my legs to speed up at the end. Based on my times from other races, I thought breaking 2 hours was a reasonable goal--on a true 30K, that would require a pace of
6:27 per mile.

When we finally started, I found myself alone immediately, and I stayed that way for the entire race. The downhill grade and the perfect weather (it was freezing at the start but things heated up quickly) let me push harder than expected. I ended up averaging 6:11 per mile for the entire race and came in comfortably under 2 hours, even with the extra half mile. And I felt good enough at the end to crank out the final mile in 5:55.

I was a little embarrassed when I crossed the finish line, and even more so when the organizer gave me a big trophy. I didn't (and still don't) feel like I deserved any special recognition--I won because there wasn't any competition, not because I'm especially fast. (To drive that point home, the second finished came in nearly 30 minutes behind me, and he missed a turn and cut more than a mile off the course.) Still, my performance does tell me that I'm getting faster.

After eating and drinking a little food, I left my shoes and headed back onto the course to wait for Catherine. When she came along she was looking strong, especially since she had just run farther than she ever had before. She was the second woman across the line, too. As always, I was happy to see her.


We went back to Grandma and Grandpa's house for a shower and a nap, and then we stopped by the Saint George temple (Jeppsen-history enthusiasts will recall that that's where I proposed to Catherine) on our way home. It was a busy weekend, but we had a good time. We'll probably be back next year.

New lengths

This weekend's Buffalo Run 50K was my first baby step into the world of ultra running, and as such it was a bit of a learning experience. But it was a most positive experience, and I'm already looking forward to more. I've already written a race report on my other blog, so I'll just record a few more observations here.

The initial results showed me in eighth place overall and first in my age group. By the time the results were posted online the next day, I'd moved into seventh overall, and by the time the official results were posted I was in sixth (at this rate, I may win the race by the end of the month). I'd say I did okay, considering that I've only been running for two months, and earlier this week I was questioning whether I should have even signed up for the 50K instead of the 25K.

Of course, it's not like I'm completely new to this. Fitness is transferable, and all my time on a bike over the last few years certainly counts for something. And I finished 40 minutes behind the overall winner. But he seems like a legitimate (and much more experienced) trail racer, So I'm still pleased with my results this weekend.

Although I'm happy with the results, the race was far from perfect. For one thing, I somehow managed to get lost in Bountiful on the way to Antelope Island. As a result, we didn't even make it to the race until 10 minutes before the start, which left me rushing for a bathroom and barely making it to the start on time. In my hurry, I also failed to tie my shoes properly, which would cause blistering later. And of course, I didn't eat as much as I should have. Surprise.

Anyways, I felt pretty good when the race started, and as I approached the end of the first lap I found myself comfortably in fourth place and feeling good. Unfortunately, I was a little confused about the course, and I didn't realize I was supposed to return to the start before beginning my second lap. (I later found out I wasn't the only confused runner on the course.)

Even more unfortunately, I didn't realize my mistake until six or seven miles into my second lap. Obviously, by then it was too late to backtrack. At first I was crushed. I figured my race was over, so I decided to walk and wait for Catherine, who was running the 25K, and finish with her. But then I thought that maybe if I finished the lap and then ran the missing section of course before crossing the finish line, my time would still count (it did).

So I started running again. But by then the damage had been done, and I was no longer in the game mentally. Which was too bad, because by then I was starting to feel the effects of running farther, longer and faster than I ever had before. Without my focus, I had a hard time pushing through the pain, and the last ten miles were a mix of shuffling and walking, with some real running thrown in sporadically. In fact, as I approached the finish I thought I'd rather just cross the line and take a DNF rather than run back up the hill I had skipped earlier in the lap. But Josh, who was waiting at the finish, offered to run back up with me, and that provided enough of a distraction for me to finish the race in 4:32:37.

Catherine crossed the line about 30 minutes after I did, and she did it with a more spring in her step than I did. Her race was the farthest she had ever run, too, and we both agreed it was more pain than pleasure. But still worth the effort

After, the race, we spent a little time hanging out with Molly, Marcus and Josh, who had come out to watch us finish. It's amazing how much it means to have a little support at the race, and Catherine and I are glad they could make it.

After a long day on the trails, neither of us had any appetite for the buffalo stew waiting at the finish. Fortunately, Tigger was more than happy to eat our share.



With my first 50K in the books, I'm already looking forward to my second. Catherine and I are heading down to St. George in a month for the Red Rock 50K. I'll run the 50K, and she'll run the 30K. I predict faster times for both of us, thanks to a course profile that looks like this:



instead of this:




GPS Report - March 27, 2010 (Buffalo Run 50K)

Buffalo Run 50K

Details to come.

Fall plans

First, I realize that the details of my training are boring to a lot of people, so I'm going to stop posting training updates here. Besides, I've been posting them somewhere else for the last two months, making updates here redundant. I'll still talk about races, training, and adventures on this blog, but it won't be the focus. I'm not sure what the new focus will be, but I'll come up with something. Or maybe I'll avoid a specific focus and just write about whatever is on my mind. Or maybe I'll run out of ideas and go back to posting training updates. We'll see.

Second, I mentioned last week that I'd been accepted to law school and that the formal acceptance letter, as well as a scholarship offer, were in the mail. They both came today, and I'm happy to say that I've been offered a full-tuition scholarship to BYU's law school. Which pretty much means that's what I'll be up to in the fall.

I haven't committed to anything officially, but it's hard to imagine what it would take to get me to pass up this opportunity. Even if I get accepted to one of the other, more highly ranked programs I've applied to, I doubt any of them will offer to pay my tuition. And even if they did, I'm not sure if it would be worth it for us to leave Catherine's full-time job here in Salt Lake.

I'm excited about going back to school. I'm also a little anxious, especially since I once had a roommate who was a first-year law student. I love my free time, but it looks like I won't have much next year. But the degree will open some doors for me, and I think BYU will be a good fit.

For years I've been saying I'd like to go back to school. It looks like I'm finally going to do it.

And this relates to what?

While reading the latest Mailbag entry on velonews.com, this letter struck me as odd:

Dear Velo,
Here is an incident that would have happened only in a women’s race. A few years ago, during the Cascade Cycling Classic, downtown criterium, a rider was forced wide on a turn. She hit the curb and had a scary crash, landing flat on her back. After missing a lap, she got back in the race. Between the curb and her landing, she and her bike hit my wife and son-in-law.

After the race, she rode back to see if all of us were OK, even though she was hurt (and abandoned the next day).

I really can’t imagine a male pro doing that.
Dennis Krakow
Bend, Oregon

I don't frequently read the letters on velonews.com, so maybe I'm reading this out of context. In fact, I hope I am. Because by itself, this letter makes me think that some guy suddenly felt the need to proclaim that because one female racer was nice to him and his family several years ago, male racers are jerks.

And that's kind of weird.

At least someone wants me

This morning I had an interview over the phone with an assistant dean from the BYU law school. I was a bit nervous because I had no idea what the interview was about (when I asked the administrator who set up the interview, all she she told me was that the dean just wanted to ask me a few questions).

Anyways, the interview was quick and painless. I've been accepted to BYU, and I'll receive my formal acceptance in mail soon. The dean also told me that I'll receive an offer for a "substantial scholarship." I like the sound of that.

This is the second school I've heard back from and the first I've been accepted to (I was put on the waiting list at Duke). I won't be making any decisions until I've heard back from other schools, but if I'm not in school in the fall, it won't be because nobody would take me.

Another run cut short by lack of foresight; or, Catherine's introduction to Eric-style winter training.

With the Buffalo Run 50K in just two weeks, I decided that today would be good for one last long run. I wanted to run a relatively mellow 25 miles or so, but I didn't want to be running around Rose Park or doing laps at Liberty Park, so I decided to run the Canals Loop, featured on Davy Crockett's blog.

(Davy Crockett is a local 50-something ultra runner. From what I can tell, what he lacks in speed he makes up in prolificacy. He runs a lot. I haven't met him, but I first heard about him several years ago when Jared sent out a link to an account of his winter run across Utah Lake.)

The Canals Loop (for those who don't follow links) starts west of Point of the Mountain, near the National Guard base. From there, it's a simple matter of following an old dirt road north along one canal, and then returning south along another. The course seems nice--flat and gently rolling roads through the fields in the southwest corner of Salt Lake Valley. Although it's right by civilization, the route (or the part of it I saw) has a very rural feel. A perfect way to make up for last week's Liberty Park adventure.

Of course, after a week of warm, beautiful and dry weather, the forecasts called for more adverse conditions today. But from the report I read, that meant high 30s/low 40s and a little rain. The forecasts also mentioned snow, but considering the temperatures, I expected that to stay up in the mountains. (Can anyone see where this is going?)

Before I left our apartment, Catherine asked if she could come along. Instead of running laps at Liberty Park, she would set off on the canal roads after me and turn around at the 6-mile mark for a 12-mile out and back. She'd get back to the car before me, but she and Tigger would wait for me and then we'd grab lunch together on our way home. It sounded like a good plan to me, so we hopped in the car and headed south.

Because of the weather reports, I was disappointed, but not surprised, when it was raining at the trailhead. I warned Catherine that it might be a little uncomfortable, but we both agreed it was no big deal and set out on our runs.

It wasn't uncomfortable at all, at least at first. The path was enjoyable, and the light rain kept me cool. For the first four miles or so, I cruised along at an 8:00/minute pace, pausing every two miles to mark the difference for Catherine. But somewhere in the fifth mile (about where I passed the small buffalo farm), the rain started turning to snow. And by a couple of miles later, it was snowing hard. Because it was cold, to state the obvious.

At several points I thought I should turn around and head back to the car. But I convinced myself that Catherine, the one with the common sense, had already turned back and was well on her way back to the car.

But she hadn't, and she wasn't. At about 7.5 miles, I heard my phone ringing. It was Catherine, and she was cold, and she wasn't happy about it. She told me she was heading back to the car, and I told her that was a good idea. I was worried she might be in trouble, so I turned around and ran back as fast as I could.

I met Catherine at about 5.5 miles. By then, Catherine was doing much better, but I was a wreck. I was shivering violently and I could barely use my fingers, so Catherine and I hopped off the trail and I knocked on the door of the nearest house. Luckily for us, the woman who answered the door had just returned from her own run in the rain and snow, so she let us in and Catherine and I warmed up in the foyer until Molly came out and rescued us.

It's been a while since I've had one of my bad weather winter disasters, and this was Catherine's first. And while it probably won't be my last, it will be hers. Like I said, she's the one with the common sense.

Then again, she's also the one who jumped out of the car at a red light and ran across two lanes of traffic to buy a box of Girl Scout Cookies.

GPS Report - March 13, 2010

Back-to-back on the BST

Yesterday was our two-month anniversary, and since I had one vacation day I needed to use by the end of the month, and since it was our two-month anniversary, I took yesterday off so Catherine and I could spend time together.

We went to the temple in the morning, and then Catherine went off for a long run. While she was out, I decided to go run the Bonneville Shoreline Trail. I ran up to the Dry Creek trailhead via Virginia Avenue. From there I ran the BST all the way into City Creek, and then straight home via E Street.


Conditions on the trail ranged from dry to muddy to snow packed, but other than a few sections that were so mucky that I was forced to walk, I ran the whole thing. Just over 10 miles and 16,000 feet of climbing.

Catherine got home from her run shortly after I got home from mine, but unfortunately she got sick shortly after that. That put an end to most of our plans for the rest of the day, but at least we were able to spend time together.

Because I enjoyed yesterday's run so much, I decided to run the same trail this morning. This time I ran the course in reverse, from City Creek to Dry Creek. Roughly the same pace, even though the climb out of City Creek seems steeper than the climb up Dry Creek. It's probably because the trails were drier this morning than they were yesterday.

It rained pretty hard this afternoon, so I don't think I'll be on the trails tomorrow. Instead, I think I'll go for an easy run on the treadmill before work, and if the weather clears up, I'll run up the west side of City Creek on Thursday.

GPS Report - March 8, 2010

GPS Report - March 9, 2010

*Edit: My brother points out that I misstated the vertical gain. I'll let you figure out what it should be.

Liberty Park monomania

Back in October or November, when the weather started looking more like winter, I decided that I didn't want to ride my rollers this year. SO, to hold me over until there was enough snow for skate skiing, I bought some running shoes and started running laps at Liberty park a couple of times a week. When the snow started falling, I stopped running at the park. And when I started running again in the middle of January, I didn't go back to the park. Until this week.

I was ready for a recovery run on Wednesday after my longer runs on Monday and Tuesday, so I ran over to Liberty Park after work and did a few easy laps on the cinder track (5.5 miles or so). And since I've been running a lot more lately than I was in the fall, I discovered that I like running in the park now more than I did then.

So the next morning I ran to the park from home, ran four laps, and ran back home for a total of nine miles. After that, I started thinking about doing a long run in the park. It sounded boring, but it also made a lot of sense. There are bathrooms (you never know when you may need one on a run), and the drinking fountains and the 7 eleven on the corner make it so you don't need to carry any supplies (gel, water, etc.).

So, this morning I decided to try it (I was on the treadmill on Friday). My plan was to run to the park, run 15 laps and then run home, for a total of 25 miles. I came up a little short (12 laps and 20.6 miles) but it was still a good run. As expected, it was boring. But it was also a perfect place to put in some long steady miles. And I think running on the cinder track (instead of the road) prepares the legs for running on trails.

As a side note, I was about to bonk by the end of the run, surprisingly. I guess easy access to food and water only helps if you use it. Oops.

Anyways, I'll be running in the park a lot more from here on out, but I don't think I'll be doing many more long runs there. It starts to get old after about an hour.

GPS Report - March 3, 2010

GPS Report - March 4, 2010

GPS Report - March 6, 2010

City Creek: door to door

As expected, my early morning run yesterday left me tired in the afternoon and evening. And even though I went to bed reasonably early and slept reasonably well last night, I didn't feel quite ready to climb out of bed when my alarm went off just before six this morning.

Of course, I did get out of bed, and I did go running as planned, and I'm glad I did. The weather in Salt Lake has been fantastic lately, and this morning was no exception. But because it's still March, that could all change in a second, and it would be a shame to miss an opportunity to get outside.

Anyways, I repeated my run/climb up the west side of City Creek Canyon this morning, but this time I ran to the trailhead. I also continued past the ridge where the trail tops out to the first of three consecutive summits (I'll get to the next two on my next two trail runs). The route to the top is steep enough that running is faster than walking, but there's nothing like a summit to add a sense of closure to a route.

In a little more than one hour, I wound up with just under 8 miles and just over 1,500 feet of climbing.

GPS Report - March 2, 2010

Early start Monday

I planned to do my Bonneville Shoreline run this morning, waking up just before six so I could run to and from the trailhead. But I woke up an hour before my alarm went off, and since I couldn't get back to sleep I decided to head out early.

Unfortunately, Catherine's headlamp (which I've been borrowing) isn't strong enough for serious trail running. And because starting at five guaranteed that it would still be dark by the time I was descending the trail, I decided to skip the trail run and put in some road miles instead.

I starter with my usual 2nd Avenue to Virginia Street to 11th Avenue to Bonneville Boulevard, then I ran two laps around the capitol and retraced my route back home. I ended up with just over 11.5 miles at an average pace of 7:14. And I was done and in the shower by seven.

Maybe should set my alarm for five every day.

GPS Report - March 1, 2010

SLTC Winter Training Series 15K

Catherine and I have been racing in the Salt Lake City Track Club's winter training race series, and today's 15K was the final race (we raced a 10K two weeks ago, and a 5K four weeks ago). All three races took place on the frontage road out by Saltair. The only difference was the turnaround point.

Looking back, I think I've progressed steadily throughout the series. I ran the 5K at 6:05 per mile, the 10K at 6:07 per mile, and the 15K at about 6:14 per mile (I won't know my official time until they post the results online tomorrow, but it was around 57:55). From what I can tell, a runner's pace should decrease by about 10-15 seconds per mile with each extra 5K, so I think I got noticeably stronger at each race.

Speaking of stronger, the guy who dominated the first two races today got beaten (bad) by a newcomer this morning, a 17-year-old high school student and one of the Sudanese Lost Boys (Catherine found this story about him). The guy who won the first two races is impressively fast, so I think this kid must be something special.

As for my race, I wasn't anywhere near those two. And despite my progress, I wound up farther down in the overall rankings than I was in the 10K (although higher than I was in the 5K). Maybe it was the nice weather, maybe it was the longer distance, or maybe it was something else altogether, but it seems like there were more elite runners at today's race. I could be wrong, though.

Anyways, once I settled into my groove I ran pretty consistently, but I went out too hot, which cost me at the end. From the splits on my GPS file you can see that while I ran miles 3-7 between 6:11 and 6:14, I was significantly faster for miles 1 and 2 and significantly slower for miles 8 and 9. I'm sure there's a lesson to be learned.

Now that the series is over Catherine and I are both glad we participated, but we're both also glad to be done running at Saltair. Very flat and very boring. I can't wait for the spring so I can get out and start doing more of my running on the trails.

GPS Report - February 27, 2010 (SLTC Winter Training Series 15K)

*Update: Results are online. My official time was 57:52.2 at a pace of 6:13 per mile. I was 3rd in my age group, 13th overall.

One for the road, one for the trail

The weather has been fairly nice lately, and I've been able to run outside twice since the last time I posted.

I set out on Saturday to run farther and more slowly than I did on Monday, but I did neither. I ran essentially the same route, with a longer loop through Rose Park. Unfortunately, my intestines began acting up as I ran back up to the capitol. At first I thought I could just push through, but by the time I came off of Bonneville Boulevard and onto 11th Avenue I felt like I was risking a potentially embarrassing (and messy) situation. Instead of continuing along 11th Avenue to Virginia Street, I ran straight down B Street and then home. I was disappointed to have to cut my run short, but I stand by my decision.

Yesterday morning I was back on the Bonneville Shoreline Trail. Although the sky was clearer and the trail drier than last time, it was much colder, and my hands were freezing until the sun came out halfway though my run. Still, I ran farther on the trail than I did last time, all the way to the ridge above Ensign Peak. Next time, I think I'll run to the radio towers on the summit.

GPS Report - February 20, 2010

GPS Report - February 23, 2010

Testing the trails

After talking to a few people, I realized that most didn't notice the link to my GPS report at the top of my last post, so I moved it to the bottom. That's where it will be on all posts from here on out. You don't have to click through, but I think the reports are pretty cool. Someday I'll ask someone to show me how to post the routes directly to the blog.

Rather than running on the treadmill this morning, I drove up to City Creek Canyon to try some little trail running. (Yes, I know it's lame to drive a mile and a half to go running, especially since I finished with about that much running on the road, but running down from 11th Avenue destroys my legs and I don't want to try it again until I'm fully recovered from last time.)

I hopped on the Bonneville Shoreline trail and ran one mile up the west side of the canyon before climbing some switchbacks up to where the trail overlooks some very large houses behind the capitol. I was surprised at how slow I ran up the trail, especially considering my level of exertion. At first I assumed it was because of the uneven terrain and the mud (about two pounds of which ended up on my shoes), and both certainly slowed me down, But looking at my GPS file, it's obvious that what really slowed me down for that first mile and a half was the elevation gain. Which explains why the return trip was so much faster.

After running back to the mouth of the canyon, I finished with a trip down Bonneville Boulevard and a loop around the capitol, for a total of just over 5.5 miles. I was pretty tired afterward, however, so I don't think I've recovered completely from Monday. Just to play it safe, I think I'll take tomorrow off so I can do another long run on Saturday.

GPS Report - February 18, 2010

Long run in the rain

I decided to use my birthday money to buy a Garmin Forerunner 305, and after using it the first time on a long run this morning, I'm pleased with my decision. The 305 seems like be a good fit for me. I don't want to monitor my training too obsessively, but I do like knowing how far and how fast I've run. Plus, I can use the unit for cycling, skate skiing, hiking and just about anything else that involves my moving from one point to another.

Another advantage to the 305 is the Garmin Connect software. The reports (click the link at the bottom to see today's) are pretty useful. Garmin Connect automatically maps my route on Google Earth, because I set up the 305 to start a new interval every mile, I can see how fast I ran each individual mile, and how much elevation I gained or lost. Cool stuff.

About today's run (for those who have known me for a while, yes, running)--this was my first non-race run outdoors this year. The weather reports last week predicted nice weather for today, so I decided to take advantage of the holiday to get off the treadmill and onto the road. Unfortunately, today was gray and drizzly, but not bad enough to keep me indoors. I looped up through the Avenues, down past Memory Grove, around the state capitol and down to Beck Street before looping through Rose Park and returing (mostly) the way I came.

This was the longest I've ever run in my life, and my legs held up pretty well, although I ran into trouble in the last mile and a half. It wasn't the fatigue (although I was tired) as much as it was the strain of running downhill, which I haven't really done before. Living in the Avenues, I imagine I'll get used to it, but today it was agony.

I also had some trouble eating and drinking along the way. Meaning that other than a handful of Jelly Bellies after one hour and a can of Coke after 90 minutes, I didn't eat or drink anything. In the summer, I can use the drinking fountains along the route, but for now I'm going to need to figure out a way to carry my water if I want to finish strong.

All in all, it was a good run. I'm still new to this, but I seem to be progressing nicely, and I think my cycling fitness should be mostly transferable. It had better be, If I'm going to survive my plans for the next two months . . .

GPS Report - February 15, 2010