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inversion + summiteering

It's no secret that ultrarunners are notorious for doing "un-smart" things. Things like, oh, I don't know, running 21 miles on a red air day. But see how beautiful the world is from the top:

I couldn't resist.
To my benefit, at least half of that was above the inversion level, where the air was warm, crisp, and wonderful. It was the other half that contributed to my day-after migraine.

Here's a little inversion 101:

This picture is taken right at the inversion level. You can see the cold, dark, miserable layer of deathly pollutants, the the layer above it of clear, warm, magical air. In this photo, it is right below the cloud layer. If snow or strong winds were to come in, it could remove the inversion.

I ran what's called the Twin Avenue Peaks twice, which allowed me to "summit" a total of 6 times (since one peak is summited twice each trip.) On the way down from the first trip, I was lucky enough to see a mountain lion's snack. It was still warm. He apparently came back for it before my second round.


The first trip was uneventful, I summited in 1:02, and made it back down (the longer way) in 48mins. It's incredible that I was able to drop the kids off at school, drive to the trailhead, run 10.5 miles, come home, shower, and pick lil Fish up from school less than 3 hours after drop-off time. I am really enjoying the SLC valley.


Round 2 I was lucky enough to have company, so laughter and stories abounded with friends N and C as we ran in the dark. We started out rushed, cold, and quiet. Ended with laughter and a reluctance to leave. Rumor has this might become a weekly tradition.

Very enjoyable. Now I have a migraine. I'm thinking of buying this for my next adventure:

I think it'll bring out my eyes.

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