I've been back from Salt Lake City for a couple of weeks and have been struggling to sneak miles into an agonizingly busy schedule. That has me kicking myself all the more for not having put in more time in my sneakers while out west. Funny how hindsight makes all the excuses I came up with at the time seem really, really weak. I'd love to be reflecting on lung-tugging single-track wanderings, but all I've got is the desolation of northern Arizona from a 30,000 foot perch and urban sprawl framed by mountains out the window of my hotel room.
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