I prefer doing the Treadmill version. I know, I know. "But you're not pulling your weight forward." "It's going to be harder when you actually have to run outside." "So that's why you're so pale." I just really prefer the treadmill. Partly because I can use the gym's wifi to watch Netflix, but mostly because it's easier to tell how fast I'm going, how far I'm going, and how much time I have until the next running or walking stage.
I'm still debating the Salt Lake City run. On the one hand, I have almost no time to train. On the other hand, whenever I start debating it, my lady of Lourde comes on.
I think I'm going to take my chances for the sake of adventure. The location of this race is perfect (because The Man says I'm too young to rent a car) and the last time I visited SLC was as a tiny child. I vaguely remember almost dying of heat stroke in 190 degree heat and visiting the actual salt lake, which was covered in tiny black flies. I'm due for a do-over, basically. I hope I can get some training in soon!
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