Burley makes it better

Last week we ran 14 miles and it did not go well. I picked a slightly sketchy, boring trail in SE Portland to run (a) I was underfed to start with and felt like I was sleepwalking most of the time (b) I was crazy thirsty 95% of the time, with one reprieve coming from a dirty gas station sink (c) and I tried to refuel during the run with smarties (d). Using a powder based candy while you are slowly dying from thirst could have been the worst part. The last mile felt like ten.

This week was a 16 miler. I was doubtful after last weeks disaster, but compensated by being crazy prepared. I ate lunch 2 hours before, then a snack an hour before, we brought GUs along (the chocolate was surprisingly delicious), Jon got me cushy socks for my blisters, I drank a lot of water, and the route was beautiful and breezy along the river. I drove Jon crazy with my calories to consume/running time analysis, and I drank from most of the many drinking fountains on the way. We were a little creaky by the end, but it was a really good run. We were so happy. I did a celebratory dance. We walked along the dock next to the parking lot for the nice floating homes where we had parked. Then we looked closer at our car and realized someone had smashed the driver's side window, and stole my purse, his wallet, our phones, and GPS. The old non-video iPod was considered not worth the effort.

It was, to say the least, a buzzkill.

Things could have been much worse, and really, what was stolen has been frozen, cancelled, or will be replaced. But I have mourned a few things. My original BYU ID from freshman year. A foux bois notebook Kenz made me. My purse, which was a simple homemade tote bag. Jon is missing his MTC meal card and a picture of a high school friend he creepily kept in his wallet. It feels weird that someone, somewhere has these things of mine. I feel violated and scared that our address was on our checkbook. Did they see my food stamps card and feel bad? What did they buy from Fred Meyer's for $1000?

But I was looking for a charger for my old Nokia brick phone and came upon this. It made my heart smile. Cree's getting married today! (not to anyone pictured)


Burley, Idaho trip fall 2005. We attended a high school dance, made 17-year-old girls jealous, and were mistaken as foriegn exchange students. My eyes are doing that thing Kenz loves to make fun of--wide open and in a hypnotic trance. (Also, note my strange pose.) Such a good memory, it makes missing car windows seem trivial.