My friend loves running. So do I (sort of). But he loves running uphill... anyways. The wind almost blew me off the side of the mountain. Good thing I had my trusty hoodie to keep me warm. Yikes. I almost threw up in the dirt on the side of the road.
I tried to warn him of my slowness-- but I don't think he was adequately prepared. Fortunately (for me), the little (uphill) jaunt provided another opportunity to fall in love with the great salt lake-- it's always lurking so pretty in the far right corner of my eye.