my kind of town

I was feeling pretty ill and run down over the Thanksgiving holiday.  *Thankfully* it was a four day weekend and I was able to sleep a lot and get rested up and feeling better.  I had planned on going down to Arizona for the weekend with a couple of girlfriends to run the Grand Canyon rim-to-rim-to-rim run (a 47 mile, 10,000 ft vertical self-supported run) but just wasn't feeling up to it.  They had a great time without me, and I was quite melancholy about the whole thing and not being able to join them, but I knew after I had slept 13 hours Thursday night and then took a three hour nap Friday afternoon that I had made the right choice.  I didn't want to go down there and have some epic "fail" adventure and possibly get myself and my friends into serious trouble.

So since resting up over Thanksgiving, I've really only been doing 1 to 2 mile dog walks on the Shoreline trail.  I feel a bit guilty and a bit whimpy, because I know that friends of mine are logging 100-mile weeks still, despite the change in the weather and the summer racing season being done.  I've always been one to switch gears in the winter though, and maybe by not running so much, I build up more anticipation for the upcoming summer racing season.

In some ways, I'm looking forward to snow (we really have none... despite the fact that some people are skiing.  Heck, I went skiing a couple of times for an hour or so each time, but after skiing the same 4 runs I felt like it was time to go home and walk the dogs again).  It might be a low snow year this year.  I think it's been about 10 years since the last low snow year, so we are probably due.

Which is really fine with me, because the running in the foothills is really pretty great right now.  (Wait a minute... didn't I just get through saying that I was going to switch gears and not run for a few months?)

But I digress... where was I?  Oh yeah.  Dog walking.  Foothills.  Low snow.  *Sunshine* and cold temperatures.  Salt Lake City  --> my kind of town.