Today we ran Shoreline. I got lost and ended up only doing 4 miles. pooey right? After the run my first thought was, "there is blood EVERYWHERE!". Sad thing was I said that out loud. But it was true! Blood on my hands, on my shorts, on my legs, on my ankles, on my face. Apparently while running I clawed myself, hit my hand on my shorts and legs and then tried to wipe I guess sweat off my face? And the ankle is because I accidentally kicked a rock up while running. So nothing bad. I did my core while I waited for people to get back. When they were back we did three sets of one minute stepups, same thing for arm swings and wall sits. My quads aren't strong enough!
Later, I ran down to Wasatch Hollow park, did some strides, ran along 1700 E to Michigan and went up that to 1900E and took that home. It felt nice and relaxing...until realized I might be passing a cute boy's house... | 