Today we had a neighborhood picnic across the street at the park. The entire time, I kept looking longingly, over to the small patch of blue that I identified as a pice of Utah Lake. I knew I had to make at least a trip, today.
So after things would down at the park, I took the Tacoma and drove over to Utah Lake State Park, to see about water temperature.
When I reached my hand down into the water by the jetty, it felt cold, but not prohibitively so. So I brought my towel down to the lowest rocks to the water and started in.
It. Was. Freezing.
Freezing, I say. But the temperature wasn’t the only thing I noticed. The water was up to my neck! The last time I was able to get into the water at the jetty was last year, when the water was up to just above my waist.
So we have some water to play in, now. Unless it’s sent to farmlands, etc.
I stayed in for less than a minute, but can’t wait to come back and start doing my jetty laps.
And a video to appease the request of nocturnal bats, who apparently have access to the internet…
I’ve been working on a way to get all of my running logs into one place.
A little unnecessary history: I started off with CoolRunning, changed to RunningAhead, then moved to MapMyFitness when I started swimming and doing triathlons. Each one of the aforementioned websites were great, but I really wanted all of these logs in once place, for at-a-glance viewing.
After Googling everything (and I mean EVERYTHING) that had anything to do with running log conversion, I gave up. For a couple of years. But today, with new effort, I accidentally discovered something. To get MapMyFitness, MapMyRun, etc., into DailyRun, we need an iPhone app (if you don’t have an
iPhone, do you have a friend who doesn’t mind you mucking about on their iPhone and downloading a free app? Of course you do.)
Step 1: Download RunGap from the iTunes Store.
Step 2: Connect RunGap to MapMyFitness.
Step 3: Connect RunGap to DailyMile.
Step 4: On RunGap, from the “Activities” screen, click on the “…” in the upper, right-hand corner. Then select “Add or update All…”
Step 5: At this point, if I remember right, you have to give permission for RunGap to push your MapMyFitness activities into
That should do it. I now have all of my MapMyRun events up on the DailyMile website, including maps, etc.
When I was a kid, sometimes I’d get such bad asthma and chest issues, that my parents woud have me stay home and relax on the yellow, worn leather couch. I loved that couch. But my parents got rid of it. It would take literally some amount of time to forgive them. I specifically remember watching The Price is Right on that couch, wheezing away while Mom tried to figure out how to help her son.
Here’s what I’m actually driving at, though: If I was sick on Sundays and had to stay home from church, oftentimes my parents would put The Planemaker cassette in the stereo deck and I’d listen as I pictured the story of a boy who believed he could fly. The Planemaker always made me feel better. So did watching Mike Hammer with my Dad at night. As an adult, now, I like to drift off to the sounds of my children screaming over toys and property rights.
Fast forward, what, 30 years later, and I’m minding my own successful business. The business of watching TV. Suddenly, a comment came in on my www.swimwithoutwalls.com blog. Someone named Guy Randle mentioned that he shared my fear of submerged, man-made objects (those of us who suffer from Submechanophobia are a tight-knit group and we take our fear of buoys seriously.)
I Googled his email address and learned that Guy Randle was one of the co-writers for The Planemaker. Wow! Cool! I was led to another website for the Rosewood Recording studio, which is owned by Guy. There were a couple of pictures of Guy and his wife, but I didn’t stay on the website for too long. So I emailed Guy to thank him for reading my blog and for his work on The Planemaker. I explained a little about what the story meant to me and sent the email.
Today, when I got home, my wife had taken all three girls to dance practice. It was the perfect chance for me to go for a run on the Provo River Trail. So I threw some shorts and a short sleeve shirt on (I’d later regret not dressing appropriately for winter) and started my run.
I had a goal of running about five miles, but most importantly- not stopping. Westward, I ran down the path, along the Provo River and toward my Sacred Grove, Utah Lake. I noticed that at some points, I could actually see the lake from the trail. I’m guessing this means that the water level is up from last year. We’ll see, soon enough.
But eventually I saw another runner heading my way, east-bound. I’ll be darned if it wasn’t Guy and his signature gray beard, burning up the trail. I stopped him and asked him if his name was Ron (The Nelsons have a long history with Faulty Memory Syndrome, which is an epidemic in our bloodline), which of course, he denied. He said his name was Guy (which I immediately remembered), so I introduced myself as the other end of the previous night’s email. It really is a small world.
But coincidence being as great as it is, Guy and I are still runners, and our watches are still counting the seconds that we are not making headway, so after only a couple of minutes, we continued on our way.
Eventually I reached the gate for the Utah Lake Harbor and turned around. I tried to keep my pace as even as possible, knowing that I had to make up for the couple of minutes that Guy and I spent chatting. I’m sure Guy had his own work cut out for him, too, having been stopped in the middle of his own run.
As I ran toward the Provo mountains, I thought about how much I love this area. When I first moved to Utah, I really had no plan to stay here. Northern California is and always will be my home. But Utah has proven to be a perfect home for the Nelsons. We have a lake within 4 minutes of our home, trails upon trails to run on, and many memories already planted all over the North side of the state (as well as throughout Saint George.)
This morning, I met my sister at her house and we ventured over to the North side of Utah Lake. It was time to discover a new trail.
The Jordan River is a 40-ish mile trail, that runs from the North side of Utah Lake, all the way up to the South shore of the Great Salt Lake. It is one of the primary reasons that the Salt Lake has the salt.
We arrived at the start, where we heard buzzing overhead. Apparently, there is a real-live, model plane landing strip, called Jordan River Park Model Airplane Airfield. There were at least 3 planes and one helicopter flying overhead. It’s pretty much the exact, same thing we have on the East side of Utah Lake, except that, the real airport on the East side of Utah Lake has to follow rules. Whereas this model airport allows helicopters to fly upside down and planes to fly all about each other’s airspace. At least that’s what I observed.
Regardless, we started our jaunt, running along the Jordan River, most of which appeared to be frozen. We kept a nice, easy pace, talking about life, stopping to observe frozen “land” (can’t tell if also a mini Utah Lake), and generally just took it easy.
Once we hit about three and a half miles, we decided to head back. Nancy was probably a little more ready to place in the 6+ miles playground. I was not.
One of the great things about this 3.5 mile stretch, was that there are a couple of places to get off of the paved trail and run along the river on a grassy bank. I’m a sucker for getting off the pavement, so this was a real treat. The Provo River Trail, which is sort of my default running path, doesn’t offer as much as this section did, in terms of single-track There isn’t much, but it’s enough to provide a little break.
We headed back the way we came (or close to it), running through a couple of growing neighborhoods, where construction on houses outnumbered occupied abodes.
My goal is to try to run more and more of this trail, until one day this year I finally arrive at the Great Salt Lake. Hopefully my sister will be up for this kind of foolhardiness.