Got up, got dressed, and then headed out to run across mountains and eat lizards.
A large crowd of us (well, we were 4 in all, which generally qualifies as a large crowd in many parts of Wyoming) gathered at Pitcher Hill for another go at the course from the One Cowgirl Relay two years ago.
In truth, I can't remember for sure whether it was "Cowgirl" or "Cowboy" from two years ago, so I flipped a coin, and it came up "Cowgirl".
Classic summer day, almost cloudless, and warm and very low humidity--as in no humidity.
The whole time I was running, I kept for looking for pathways through the sage which had been tramped out by the hordes in the relay from two years ago, and I never succeeded in finding even the slightest sign of the epic battle that race became. It's possible that sage is the most resilient substance known to science.
After we finished and were cooling down in the warmth of the sun, someone pointed and said: "Look over yonder, that looks like a familiar object running through the trees and sage." And they were right: it was racer X8A7, doing some early (okay, very early) dryland Birkie training. It's always nice to see some dedication in action. We tried to hail him but either the distance was too much or he was too dedicated. Probably the latter.