Squaw Peak

Fall Break was lovely. So were the leaves.

Maple Flats hike

Cross Country

Monday afternoon I went running with my cross country team. It was a gray day, and everybody was celebrating the lack of sun, for once in a long while. About ten minutes into our seven miles, it started to sprinkle, and everyone yelled with happiness, and took long hair out of pony tails to let it fall free and, in my case, let it tangle and curl into insanity. About two minutes later it started to dump. I have never seen it rain this hard in Utah EVER. Within a minute I was soaked through, and the flash flood, was filling up potholes that we unsuspectingly stepped in. Hail? Lightning? It was all part of the package. We stomped in those puddles with glee. Who cared? We were already sopping beyond words. Three miles later everyone was too cold to say anything. We ran faster than ever before on this particular run, just because we couldn't feel any pain in our legs. They were numb. When we got back to the school we remembered about the showers in the back of the locker room nobody ever uses, and turned them up high. We stepped in fully clothed, and sighed with happiness. Feeling gradually returned in our extremities, and we steamed up the locker room so much it felt like a tropical jungle.

Tuesday was pretty much the same story, minus 4 miles.

Wednesday too.

Thursday? Yup.

Friday it was sunny, and we ran sprints on the track.

Yesterday morning was our last race of the season. It was cold and soggy, but the sun came out, and it started to feel like a proper fall day. When I finished my lungs were burning from the cold air. I p.r.d by forty seconds, and Elias p.r.d by thirty. It was a great way to end the season. And a wet week.