Day 368 -- Jogger's Progress

	Trip	YTD	May
Distance	2059.1	684.6	137.8
Time	12 days, 17 hrs, 7 min	4 days, 8 hrs, 13 min	21:10
Days	368	111	24
States	10	3	1

It's been a pretty good month. As promised, I didn't come anywhere near as many miles or as many hours as April. But I still managed to get a good distance -- further than last May -- and of course I ran my first official half marathon.

I topped it off with 4 miles this morning. I found a bike/jogging path that they have made out of an abandoned rail bed, which was good. It's a nice, straight, flat path, and the mileage was clearly marked, so I ran two miles out and two miles back. Tomorrow is a scheduled day off from running, and on Saturday, I'll be back in my home town.

Day 367 -- More Carhenge

Carhenge is part of the website at The World's Largest Collection of the World's Smallest Versions of the World's Largest Things, where it is listed simply as Carhenge. If you ask me, Erika missed the opportunity to list it as "The World's Largest Replica of Stonehenge Using Cars," which it undoubtedly is. It's also probably The World's Smallest Replica of Stonehenge Using Cars.

As you can see, I do have some time to continue with the important stuff -- blogging -- in between the trivia of trying to learn to teach better. Since the program is designed for college professors, nothing gets started until 9:00 or goes past 4:00. Since I was up at 5:30 this morning, I had time for a run (5.1 miles) and still managed to get this post half-written. I would have posted it, but I had some trouble with the wireless connection in my hotel room. Right now, the workshop is on lunch break, and I'm on a lab computer.

Day 366 -- Carhenge

The main reason that I've been heading for Alliance is Carhenge. This is exactly the sort of thing I envisioned myself visiting when I started out on this virtual cross-country trek. These photos are from the collection by Lizzy, and they are for sale. (Without me in them, alas.)

I ran four miles this morning. I was more sore than I thought I would be, but it's an OK kind of sore. The sore that comes from a good workout, not the sore that comes from something having been worked too hard.

I'm off this afternoon for a workshop put on by the University System. It should be good. I'm not sure how much time I'll have for blogging. The big question will be whether or not I have internet access in my room. I'm bringing my laptop, just in case. If I don't post for the next couple of days, rest assured that I'm still running, and I'll catch up on my posting when I get back.

Day 365 -- Half Marathon

I woke up at 4:30 am. Getting up early was not a problem. I actually started my 20 mile runs by getting up at 4:00, so that I could be done in time for church. What was different was that I didn't just toddle out the door and run.

First, I had to wait for my buddy Bruce to pick me up, at 5:30. Then we drove for more than an hour to Madison. Then we waited around in line for a shuttle bus from the finish to the start. Then we took the shuttle from the bus to the start. Then we stood around in a crowd of thousands, waiting for the start, which was at 7:30.

It was a big race. There were 2151 finishers in the half marathon alone. There were another 667 in the marathon, and another thousand or so in the 10K, the 6K, and the relays. The starts were staggered, so it was only the 2000 of us starting at 7:30, but it was still a crowd. And it continued to be crowded the entire race. Well past the halfway point, I was still having to dodge around people, and at the end, I was still passing people and being passed. (Mostly being passed.)

Once we got running, I felt OK. I started at a fairly slow pace. I was running with Bruce, who had declared himself to be out of shape, and said he just wanted to finish. I ran with him for a couple of miles, then lost him at a port-a-potty stop. From then on, I was on my own, or as much on my own as I could be in a crowd of 2000 runners.

The weather was gorgeous. I'd heard lots of horror stories about last year, when it started in the 70's and rose quickly to the 90's. But today it was in the 60's and low humidity. We couldn't have asked for a better day.

I went to grad school in Madison, so I covered a lot of familiar territory. However, I wasn't a runner back then, so I had never run any of it. Believe me, it's a different world in your car, or even on your bike. It was a nice, scenic route, with not too many hills. There was a lot of support along the way, with water and Gatorade.

I did manage to pick up the pace after the first couple of miles. I was totally spent by the end. My mind was saying, "Let's kick it into the finish," but my legs were saying, "This is plenty fast enough, thank you." As I said, more people passed me at the end than I passed. Nonetheless, I finished in under two hours (1:54:35), which is what I wanted. Officially, I didn't set a time goal, but I did have that two hours in my head.

At the finish, I was too tired to think straight. I just wandered through the finish stuff -- they hand you a medal and some water (at that point, I wanted the water more, but now, I'm happy for the medal, too), then take your timing chip, then point you to more food and drink. I drank a couple of bottles of water and some Gatorade pretty fast, and ate some bagels and other stuff.

Eventually, I met up with Bruce, and we made our way home. It was a good day. I'm glad that I went. I don't know right now about running twice as far in one day, but fortunately, I have time to work my way up to that.

Boy, I hope I didn't do something stupid

I had to go up to Madison today to pick up my race packet. They don't let people pick them up on the day of the race. I think there are basically two reasons for that. They want to cut down on the chaos on the morning of the race -- people showing up at 7:25 for a 7:30 start and wanting to know where their bib number is. Also, they get people to go to the race expo, which means that people see the sponsor's stuff.

Anyway, since Mrs. Jogger was working, I took the Little Joggers with me. And then I couldn't just run in and get my stuff and run out. We had to look around, and then we went to The World's Largest Bratfest, went on some of the rides and had a few brats. Then we went downtown to the Wisconsin Historical Museum, where they had an exhibition of toys. So I was on my feet quite a bit, and I'm pretty tired. I hope that I don't end up paying for that tomorrow.

Day 364 -- Deja Vu

Apparently, I haven't gotten very far since yesterday. I just took another little two-mile jog, to get loosened up. Tomorrow, I promise I'll get a little further. Of course, I may end up standing in front of a field that looks just like this one....

Happy (belated) Birthday, Little Jogger!

I got so caught up in things yesterday, I forgot to blog the birthday of the littlest Little Jogger. For the past six years, our anniversary on May 24 has been upstaged by his birthday on May 25. This year wasn't really an exception. Grandma Jogger and her housemate did come up yesterday in time to take Mrs. Jogger and I out for lunch, where we talked about old times. But once the kids got home from school, it was all about the littlest Little Jogger.

He does like to be the center of attention, even more than most six year olds. He loves to sing and dance and tell long stories. He has a fantastic memory, so you have to be really, really careful what you say around him, because he's liable to repeat it.

Overall, he's a pretty good kid, and we're lucky that we have him.

Day 363 -- A short jog

"Some parts of Western Nebraska are just a gigantic featureless ground." This from a blogger named Michael Totten. This was on his blog back in September of 2004. A lot of what he wrote is political, and I don't think that he and I see eye-to-eye, politically. But it's a useful picture. I bet the territory that I'm virtually running through looks a lot like this right now. I might just post this picture every day.

I ran just 2.4 miles today. The schedule actually said to take today off, but I couldn't.

Day 7305

On May 24, 1987, Mrs. Jogger and I stood before our assembled family and friends and pledged our undying love for each other. Twenty years later, we've had our ups and downs, but we are still very much in love.

Back then, of course, we were the most important things in each other's lives. Now, we spend most of our days worrying about kids and jobs and pets and household chores. Then, we spent a lot of time and energy learning how to live together. Now, living together comes so naturally that we forget to stop and think about how lucky we are. Then, we were young and starry-eyed. Now, we're old and starry-eyed.

Grandma and Grandpa Jogger were married for 40 years before he died. Grandma and Grandpa Walker were married for 50. So long marriages run in our families. I expect that we've got a long time to go. I hope so. It's been a wonderful ride.

Day 362 -- Storm Front Brewing

A thunderstorm forms over the western Nebraska Panhandle. From StormEffects.com. No particular reason for this photo today, other than I'm still not near anything interesting. It's sunny and warm in Wisconsin, and sunny and windy in western Nebraska.

I ran four miles today, at a brisk pace. It felt good. That's probably my last fast run before Sunday.

Day 361 -- More Crescent Lake

I didn't think I should leave the Crescent Lake National Wildlife Refuge without seeing some wildlife. This is a willet and her chick. According to the web site, she is uncommon in the spring and summer, so I should be grateful that I got to see her. Other birds that I might stumble across (but only if someone is nice enough to post a photo, I suppose) include the Pied-billed Grebe, the American Bittern, the White-faced Ibis, the Northern Shoveler, the Greater Scaup, the Lesser Scaup, the Philadelphia Vireo, and the Purple Martin. And that's just a taste. The Crescent Lake web site has an extensive bird list.

I ran an easy 3 miles this morning. I'm not pushing myself at all this week. I'm just trying to stay loose for the half marathon on Sunday.

The paragraph that I didn't write

I finished up my grades for Calculus this afternoon, and posted them where the students could see them, then sent out an e-mail alerting them that they were available. Within an hour or so, I had an e-mail from the highest D, explaining how he REALLY needed a C, and look how close he was.

I wrote back politely, saying it was a tough decision, and that someone was going to end up the highest D, and it happened to be him. (The D cut-off was 69%, one percent lower than promised in the syllabus, and 0.4% higher than this guy's course average.) I started to write a second paragraph, but I stopped, because I thought it was an invitation to a grade appeal. So here is approximately what I would have said:

What frustrates me is that you really could have avoided this position. Although your exam average was a D, and in fact you got a C on only one of five exams, you could have averaged a C by the simple step of doing and turning in your homework. You missed 16 assignments. If you had turned in any three of them, you would have averaged 69%, and we aren't having this conversation. Who knows, if you had done all of them, you might even have learned a bit more calculus, and gotten even a higher grade.

OK, I might have made it more polite than that. But even at my politest, I didn't think it would be politic to point out that he missed a C by three lousy ungraded assignments. I gave credit for doing the homework and handing it in, so when I said he only needed to turn in three more assignments, I meant it.

Sorry, buddy. You rolled the dice and took a chance that you could get the grade you wanted without doing the homework. You lost. Thanks for playing.

Day 360 -- Crescent Lake National Wildlife Refuge

One thing taking up the space in this great big empty between Oshkosh and Alliance is the Crescent Lake National Wildlife Refuge. Cool place, although I had a hard time navigating their web site.

I ran eight miles this morning. One week to go until the half marathon, and this is my last even sort of long run. I did pretty good. It was 66 degrees and not too humid. I hope the weather is going to be OK next week. I guess last year, it was really hot on the day of the Madison Marathon.

Day 359 -- Broadwater, Nebraska

How about another library? I'm not that far from Broadwater, so I thought I'd drop in to the Broadwater Public Library. It looks kind of cool both inside and out.

I ran 3 miles this morning. I'm tapering off for my half marathon, a week from tomorrow morning. I didn't want to take it too easy, so I ran the middle mile pretty quickly. It was a good run.

Then I took three of the Little Joggers to a nearby state park with the Girl Scouts. They had a whee of a time playing on the beach and kayaking. I got a little too much sun. I put on sunscreen, but I always miss a spot. This time, it was the left side of the back of my neck.

I support Shakespeare's Sister!

I don't usually talk much about political topics. As I've said before, I think a lot of people do it better than I. But I just feel like there's an issue that I have to speak out on. I know, nobody cares what I think. My tens of loyal readers don't look to me for moral guidance. They just want to know what landmark I'll photoshop myself in front of next. But I'm so frustrated I just have to write this post.

What she said.

There, I'm glad I got that off my chest. OK, if you don't want to click through, I'll summarize. Melissa McEwan, known in the blogging world as Shakespeare's Sister, wrote a couple of posts responding to a segment on some shock jock XM radio program where the caller wanted to "fuck women to death," and the hosts egged him on. Shakes suggested, not gently, that jokes about fucking women to death didn't seem particularly funny to women, like her, who have experienced rape.

What galls me is that some people took that as an open invitation to threaten and insult Melissa. Read the comments. Better yet, don't. They don't deserve the audience.

So, I just wanted to go on the record as saying that, yes, there are people out here who support her. I think -- I hope -- that the vast majority of people in the world, even those who don't politically agree with Shakes, would still find the original call-in program appalling, and the offensive comments even moreso. In any case, I want it clearly known to all what side I'm on. This behavior is not funny, and it's not acceptable. I'm with you, Shakes!

I thought so

Via Addy N.:

USJogger -- [noun]: A level headed person who always makes the wrong decision 'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Days 357 and 358 -- Western Nebraska

I didn't get a chance to post yesterday. The first Little Jogger had a girl scout thing. It was fun, but too long. It was past the littlest Little Jogger's bedtime, and frankly, pretty close to mine.

Nothing special to report. I ran 5 miles yesterday and 4 today. This picture is of the Wildcat Hills. I'm not sure that I'm within 100 miles of the Wildcat Hills. I'm actually not sure that I'm within 100 miles of anything. But I figure all the landscape out here in Western Nebrask looks pretty much interchangeable.

Day 356 -- 2000 miles

Today I ran my 2000th mile since this journey began, in January of 2006.

My legs were pretty heavy today, which should come as no surprise. I've gotten stronger this spring, but not so strong that I can shrug off a 9 miler. But today's run was not meant to be either fast or long, so I was fine.

The logo, by the way, comes from AMS Scand 2000, the year 2000 meeting of the American Mathematical Society. I'm not a member of the AMS, which is more for research mathematicians than teachers. But it was nice to find an image for my 2000th mile that was related to what I do.

Finals Week

Classes ended on Friday, not with a bang, but with a whimper. My first exam isn't until Wednesday, so there's not a whole lot for me to do at this point. I'm hanging around my office, waiting for questions, and doing some reading ahead for my summer projects.

I'm pleased with the way that Calc II went this semester. I think that the students worked hard. Almost all of them kept coming to class almost every day, which is a sign that they think that I'm doing something worthwhile. Some will fail, and a few more will get D's, but overall, they are going to do pretty well.

I'm less pleased with the Modern Algebra course. I didn't spend enough time preparing, and often I ended up winging it more than I wanted to. We didn't get as far as I wanted, and what we did get to, I didn't feel like we covered well. Next time I teach it, I'm going to rebuild the course from the ground up. That may be a while, as I think that it's time to rotate the course to someone else. There are no hard-and-fast rules about how that works, but I've taught it four times in the last five years, and I just think it's someone else's turn.

My third course this semester, which I believe that I have mentioned before, was a team-taught course in Leadership. Considering how little we knew, and how many cooks went into the brewing of this course, and how few students we had, and how poorly motivated they were, everything went swimmingly. I learned a lot, and I'm glad I did it, but we pretty much agreed as a group that we'd be shovelling Satan's sidewalks before we agreed to teach it again. We did hear from someone at the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee who is considering a similar course, and wants to pick our brains. If they can get it to work, more power to them.

And what's on tap for the summer? I'm teaching History of Mathematics in the fall, and that course is always a stretch for me. It's a good stretch, but it's a stretch. So I'll be doing a lot of reading on that topic all summer. I actually have a small grant to add non-Western history and mathematics done by women to the course, so I have to learn some stuff about that. I have a workshop in DC in June, and other than that, it's just read, read, read.

Mrs. Jogger is now working two part-time jobs, so she'll be out of the house quite a bit this summer. So it will fall to me to chauffeur the Little Joggers to soccer, tennis, play practice, swimming, and everywhere else in the universe. And to be home to yell at them promptly every half hour, just so they know that their parent love them.

And, of course, I'll be training for the marathon. So the summer will go by pretty quickly.

Day 355 -- University of Lisco

I always like to stop at colleges and universities on my way through. The University of Lisco seems to be a sporting good outfitter, but that doesn't bother me. I'm quite sure that I could learn something there, if I wanted to.

I'm not actually terribly near to Lisco, but I'm going to have to be creative for the next little stretch. I've just come out of Oshkosh, and I'm on my way up to Alliance, and there is literally not a single town on my route for the next 50 miles. Just a little different from Eastern New Jersey.

True to my promise, I ran 9 miles this morning, on what would normally be a day off. I felt fine. Yesterday's rotten weather had completely blown over, leaving it sunny and 60 degrees, and not terribly humid. Great weather for a nine mile run.

I got yelled at this morning. Someone had to delay a right turn while I ran past, and he leaned out of his window and hollered, "Dummy, there's a sidewalk!" Being me, I completely ignored him, and then obsessed about it for the rest of the run.

I do run on sidewalks when there's any hint of heavy traffic. There are areas of town where I always run on the sidewalk, no matter when I'm there. But this was a little back street, at 5:30 in the morning, and the sidewalk was over on the other side of the road. To tell you the truth, I hadn't even noticed it, and if I had, I wouln't have even thought about running on it.

I'm sure this guy was just in a bad mood. Most drivers are perfectly curteous with me. A lot of them wave me through if I stop for them. But this guy was hauling his boat home at 5:30 in the morning, which means he probably had had a long night or gotten up early (or both) and was looking forward with some trepidation to a week at the office. So he yelled at me. I believe that I'll survive.

Day 354 -- Cut short

It was raining when I set out this morning, but I didn't let that bother me. It wasn't terribly cold, or raining terribly hard. But pretty soon, I started to see flashes of lightning in the distance. At first, it was too far away to even hear the thunder. By the time I got back home, I was hearing the distant rumble of thunder. That's about as bad as it ever got. It never really came near, and I would have been good to finish my run. But I didn't know that, and I didn't want to find out the hard way, seeing as I do conduct electricity.

So, I only got in 3 miles of my scheduled twelve mile run. My plan right now is to run nine tomorrow, instead of taking the day off. Then, if I'm tired, I'll take Tuesday off.

Signed Up

Today I signed up for the Quad Cities Marathon in September. I was going to wait until after I ran the half marathon (which is just over two weeks away) but I couldn't. So now I have something to look forward to. I'm sure that I can be ready. If I don't get hurt this summer, I can build back up to the point where I'm ready to run a marathon. I'm excited, but also a little nervous.

Day 353 -- Oshkosh, B'gosh

Oshkosh, Nebraska. Did you know there was an Oshkosh, Nebraska? As a Wisconsin resident, I know Oshkosh, and this ain't it. Oh, well, it is the Goose Hunting Capital of Nebraska, which ought to count for something.

It looks like we are starting a new family tradition. Today, not only did the oldest and newest Little Jogger come to run with me, but so did the medium Little Jogger. The first Little Jogger says she wants to come some time, but didn't want to wear herself out, since she's planting trees with the Girl Scouts today.

I was afraid that the medium Little Jogger would get bored, and then get whiney, but he did OK. He ran around the track a little bit, then he played in the long jump pit a little bit, then the two Little Joggers found a soccer ball and kicked it around. They said they want to come next week, and I said we should bring a soccer ball, in case we aren't lucky enough to find one next week. So it looks like we're on for at least another week.

Day 352 -- Lilacs

The lilacs are blooming here in SW Wisconsin. There are enough around the neighborhood that I keep getting a whiff of them as I run. It's heavenly. They are beautiful, too. I love this time of year!

Lilac photo courtesy of Hramor Nursery

Welcome!

In the last week or so, I've been experiencing an increased number of hits. For the longest time, I was getting 8 to 12 a day (and I pretty much knew who all 12 were, too.) But now I've gotten 26 to 30 each of the past four days. I don't know what that's all about, but if it actually represents new readers, then welcome. Please feel free to leave a comment telling me who you are.

This would probably be a good time to point out the Sponsor Me! link over on the side bar. I'm running a half marathon in Madison on May 27, and raising money for the American Cancer Society in the bargain. If you can contribute, that would be great.

Day 351 -- More Lewellen

Towns out here in Western Nebraska are a little far apart, so I'm posting another picture from Lewellen, even though my 6 miles today took me past it. Besides, it's probably time for another library shot. This is the Lewellen Public Library. The very first fact on this page, if you follow the link, is that their operating budget is $6,781. I don't imagine they can do much with that.

Sick Leave

The state which employs me has a fairly generous sick day policy. Employees who retire with accrued sick leave can convert it, not to cash, but to health care premiums for retirement. If you work for the state for a lot of years, and don't use a lot of sick time, you can get quite a sum at the end. It's a reasonable incentive not to use sick time frivolously, and one of those perks that government employees get in lieu of competitive pay.

Of course, this benefit is for all state employees, but it works a little oddly for university faculty, because we, as a rule, don't take sick time. Sure, if something catastrophic happens, and a faculty member is going to be out for weeks or months, they take sick time, but if they have a bug (or a child with a bug), they usually just cancel classes and re-order the syllabus a little. I've done it. I'm sure most people do.

The problem is that the legislature did some kind of audit, and found out that the university faculty were taking a lot less sick time than other state employees, and decided to crack down. OK, fine. I can understand, and I promise to report as sick time the next time I cancel class. But the powers that be want to be really sure that we aren't abusing the system. They want to make sure that we report sick time for doctor's visits and such.

I'm not sure anyone understands the policy, but here's the way it has been explained to me. If I go to a doctor or a dentist during "normal working hours," I have to take sick time. If I don't cancel classes or office hours, it doesn't matter. I still have to report it. If I come back after and work until midnight, it still doesn't matter. I have to report it.

Of course, I don't otherwise have to punch a time clock. So I can come in at 10 and leave at 2 every day, and as long as I get in my classes and office hours, and don't neglect my other duties too much, I'm OK. I can go golfing every Wednesday afternoon, and that's fine. But if I go to the doctor, it's sick time.

Day 350 -- Lewellen, Nebraska

A headstone in the Ash Hollow cemetary in Lewellen, Nebraska. This image comes from the web page of Brian Tingley, who has, among other things, geneological information. Thus the cemetary.

I ran an easy 5 miles this morning. My legs are still sore from the weekend, but it felt OK. The weather continues to be marvelous. This morning, there was very picturesque fog in the low-lying spots. It was cool.

Day 349 -- Lake McConaughy State Recreation Area

Lake McConaughy State Recreation Area contains Lake McConaughy, Nebraska's largest reservoir. 35,700 surface acres is a lot of lake.

I ran my second twenty miler today. It was much harder than the first. I don't know why. Perhaps I worked harder this last week. Perhaps it was because I didn't get much sleep last night. Or perhaps it was just because it was cooler and windier than two weeks ago. But last time, I finished the twenty feeling pretty good, and confident that 26.2 is in my range. Today, I was totally drained, and I felt like I'd better stick to the half marathon. In fact, the first 13 miles went OK, but the last seven I made on sheer stubbornness. I knew that if I quit, my friend Peach would tease me mercilessly.

The worst part was...well, there were several worst parts. Take your pick. The worst part was

• trying to start again after the last couple of water breaks. As long as I kept running, I was OK, but when I stopped, my legs figured that was it, and it was time to quit, now.
  
• running up the long hill on West Main Street. That's never my favorite hill in the world, but today I hit it in the 19th mile, and it was my own personal Heartbreak Hill.
  
• coming home and trying to pretend that I'm not that sore. Mrs. Jogger already thinks I'm crazy, and if I act too tired after a long run, I think that she'll have me committed. Anyway, I'm trying to convince her that I'm healthy enough to run a marathon, and whining about a 20 mile run is not the way to do it.
  

Anyway, if you'd like to see my route, it's on Gmaps Pedometer. It's a little tangled, but it's all there.

Day 348 -- More Ogallala

I'm not the biggest fan of Wikipedia -- the other day, Scott Adams suggested that it was a good source to find out what strangers with no credibility think about a topic -- but the Wikipedia article on Ogallala, Nebraska is accompanied by a nice tourist shot. As often happens, I had to guess a little on the scale.

I took the oldest and newest Little Jogger on my run this morning. She's been pestering me to go, but I've resisted, because I don't really want to slow down that much. But this morning, I got smart and we went over to the high school track. I ran five miles, and she ran a lap at a time, walking in between. I think she probably ran five or six laps, and walked another dozen or so. So she got her exercise, I got mine, and we did something together, all of which was good. We'll do it again some time.

What he said

I don't normally do "me, too" posts. For one thing, since I am one of the least-read blogs on the planet, it seems unlikely that I'm steering any significant traffic to anyone else's site. But today I want to jump in and say that Dean Dad has summed up my feelings about the far right just about perfectly.

Day 347 -- Ogallala, Nebraska

Don't know who this guy is. I found this image at the photo gallery of Meteorite Times Magazine. Another little niche mag, I guess. Why their photo gallery has a guy drinking water in front of a sign for Ogallala, I don't know.

I'm leaving the interstate at this point. Don't ask me why here, other than I've always kind of liked Ogallala. It's a fun name to say. I do have a next destination in mind, and I should be there within the month.

I ran an easy five today. It felt good. It was a little windy, but since it wasn't too cold, the wind didn't bother me.

Day 346 -- The Road to Roscoe

I couldn't resist this one. The Road to Roscoe. It comes from a course web page for Field Parasitology offered out of the University of Nebraska, Lincoln. I don't care about that. I just like having a picture of the Road to Roscoe.

I had a great run this morning. I picked up the pace, and managed to run 8 miles in less than 8:30 miles. It felt great. I'm feeling pretty good right now. Of course, I'm supposed to run 20 miles on Sunday, so we'll see if this good feeling lasts.

Day 345 -- Westward, Ho!

This is cool. In 1997, Wendy Westergard and a bunch of other people recreated some of the westward journey of the pioneers, as part of the sesquicentennial of the Utah immigration. This is a part of their journey near Paxton.

I ran five miles today. It's getting to be a great time of year to run outside in the morning. It's just getting light when I walk out the door in the morning. It's warm enough to run in shorts and a t-shirt, but not warm enough to kill me.