So I didn't run on Monday, but it was okay because I went mountain biking. I discovered that mountain biking makes running seem really lame. I don't think my legs have ever felt quite like that before. They almost burst into flames. I'm sure of it. And oh my heck...I can easily understand the padded shorts because my butt felt...well, it still hurts. It made driving difficult the next day. By the way, I wish I could say I looked cool like in this picture, but I'm positive I did not look like this, but in my defense, there were A LOT more rocks and the trail was much more narrow. So when the marathon is over, I'm just going to start biking all of the time.
Anyway, Tuesday- no running. Just 11 horrible hours of driving...in a wimpy car...all alone...with only some weird kid from my ward and my mom calling me.
Wednesday, I ran in New Mexico. I only meant to run a few miles (like 3), but I got lost, so I ran a few more (like 5).
Josh, do you even run?
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