And lately I've been training. I go swimming once a week, and I take my bike to work. Today, though, I tried something. Enjoy the story: I work at WSU and I have to fill out a boy scout application as part of my job, so I had this bright idea that I would take it to the scout office on my way home. I looked up the address and took off down the hill, thinking it would be about all downhill. Well, I misjudged where one street was and went down this nice hill and then realized I wasn't on the street I thought I was on and had to go back up. (did I mention the one time a week I go swimming was on Tuesday? I was already sort of tired). Blah.
I got on the right street and it turned out to be full of loose gravel. A nice hill, but covered in loose gravel so I couldn't have any fun at the risk of violating rule number steve ("no dying"). Then I found the other street I wanted to turn on and it would have taken me back up a hill so I walked a little bit. Then I went down a nice hill again and this other biker came and passed me going super fast--so much for motivation, right? I kept going back up the hill on the other side but had to walk it a little too.
Then I crossed Washington Boulevard and went the way I thought I was supposed to but the numbers weren't matching up to the address I needed so I turned around and searched for a while and have ultimately decided that 1200 E 5400 S South Ogden does not exist. At least I didn't want to go up one more hill to keep looking. Google maps failed me.
I could find comfort in the fact that Washington is pretty much downhill all the way to the FrontRunner station where I still needed to go quickly and took off. I no longer find comfort in that fact if I need to go fast, because nearly all the lights were RED! When I wasn't stopped I was booking it as hard as I could so the train wouldn't leave me. I thought of the irony as I passed Riverdale Road because I had been planning to ride down it tomorrow or Thursday--I even said out loud "might as well do it now!" but I thought I'd make the train. Well the lights were mean. I was pleading and praying the last few blocks for the train to wait for me but alas, right as I was coming up to the UTA pass scanner it pulled away. Gah! Not a happy Sharon! No, I didn't cry, but I wanted to.
Then I hurriedly went through all my bus schedules and decided to take the 470 home (also ironic because I passed one on my way there). I did some more Google mapping when I got home to figure out what I did and it was somewhere around 8 miles just this afternoon! After I did nearly 2000 yards in the pool! Now I have to figure out how and when to start running. I hate running. Insane, yes--but I think this is do-able, and it will make me happy somehow. Excuse me while I go eat more chocolate and food.