Running

Eric came to visit me at work yesterday. But instead of driving to Springville, where I work, 6 miles from our apt in Provo, he decided to run. Not a big deal, we do 6 miles and more regularly, but the road/freeway to my work is not something you usually run- or can run on.

Anyways, Eric was awesome and cute to visit me, but on the way back he died. The sun burning him drained his energy, he was running into the wind, and still being sore from the Rex Lee made the run back from my work less than enjoyable. So what do you do in Eric's case? You hitchhike home. And find that nice foreigners will pick you up.