Originally, this was Mr. PNU's idea, even though it feels like mine. Even though, when I get excited and I start researching trailheads and distances, he says he's blown over that I've agreed to do it with him. Like it wasn't my idea in the first place. And then I remember, oh yeah. I married the perfect man for me.
This is the Bonneville Shoreline Trail. Some of it is still in project phase, but from Santaquin to the Idaho border it's 150 miles of rolling hills where the ancient lake used to lap at her shore. It's not grueling like 12K peaks, but it is long, and we're in our forties. We hope to strategically cover all of it by fall, even if I manage to get pregnant. Actually, it's perfect exercise if I get pregnant. Now, if I weren't so busy that I could start a regular exercise regime like my husband has. Or better yet, if my sleep cycle weren't so messed up that I was falling asleep soon enough and getting up soon enough that I could get to the gym with him. My only advantage is that I like food slightly less. Slightly. We're both going to slim down significantly come summer, come five to ten hour days on that trail. Unless of course I'm prego. Then I'm going to take snacks, and I'm going to eat while I hike.