Dam Train Race

This morning, I ran the Dam Train Race down in Heber, Utah.

As a seasoned fun-runner, let me break down the logistics of a run like this...

For this particular race, you wake up earlier than any human ever should, grab a banana and a red bull and drive to your friend's house where you knock on her door for five solid minutes and then, when she doesn't answer, you sit in your car and think about your life choices and consider just driving home and going back to sleep.

Then you remember that you were going to post a picture of your glorious finish on Instagram, so you call her until she wakes up and then you sit on the floor of her living room while she puts on some running shoes and grabs a water bottle.

Then you both drive to the Historic Heber Valley Railroad where you get out of your car and rethink all of your life choices again as you wait in line for a porta-potty.

THEN you ride the Heber Creeper to the dam at Deer Creek Reservoir and you almost fall asleep on the train, but before you can it stops and you have to get out and stand amongst a hoard of people who don't seem as tired and confused as you are.

So you try to fit in by doing some stretching and saying things like, "I sure do like running!" and that seems to fool them. Then the train starts chugga-chugging back to the depot 12 kilometers away and everyone starts running to try and beat the train back to the depot. So you start running to.

And then... you find yourself running on the most beautiful and serene trail ever.

It was gorgeous. I couldn't get over how amazing and trail was. At one point, the "Over the Rainbow" and "Wonderful World" mashup by Israel Kamakawiwo'ole started playing on my iPod and I swear I teared up.

But listen, if there's one thing that I want you to remember above anything else, it's this: You cannot prove that I didn't beat the Heber Creeper back to the station.

I mean. I didn't.

But you can't prove it.