20 miles up/down Provo Canyon on running trail. I messed up on my watch and didn't stop it two times when I stopped to drink/talk to people, but I think my average was 6:54 pace. I went up to Vivian, back to the mouth, then back up to Nun's Park and down again.
On the way down the first time I see a snake on the trail, adrenalin rush, jump to the side, etc, and the snake didn't even move. I look back and wonder if it's dead. Second time going by same thing, I'm scared, I jump a little and realize it's in the exact same place it was before. I think, "Ok, this snake is clearly dead. I'm not going to be scared by it on the way down." So coming back, about a 1/2 mile before the snake I think, "Let's see that snake is going to be coming up here soon." Sure enough a half mile later, in my own little runner's world, no longer thinking about the snake, I see it and have the same response as the other two times, total adrenalin rush, jump away like it's going to bit me etc. This time I literally laughed out loud at myself. What is wrong with me! I'm not even terribly afraid of snakes. If it was a huge spider, that would make more sense. | 