June 3rd is National Running Day. Never in my life did I ever think I would observe this "holiday." To commemorate, I'm proud to say I logged 7.24 miles around the slums of South Salt Lake. Aren't you proud of me? It was a tough one, to say the least. My legs and my lungs were not cooperating, not to mention I couldn't get my heartrate regulated. But I persevered and finished in an hour and a half (almost on the nose).
Now, you should all mark your calendars for next year's June 3rd. I'm taking applications for a running partner.