13.1

I ran a half marathon this past weekend! We drove down for the Top of Utah half, and a few of my sister's nearest and dearest ran with her to celebrate her birthday.  It was pretty much the hardest thing I've ever done. Even through the pain (after mile 10 stuff started to go downhill fast and I sort of wanted to lie down on the side of the road and die) it was an amazing experience, one that I'm sure I will always remember.

It was a beautiful course, running down the canyon as the sun came up behind you was incredible. It made me wish I had a camera (but not really, because running 13 miles with a camera sounds even worse than just running 13 miles... and that sounds pretty dumb all by itself!)

By mile 12 though, we were hobbling along (we called it "shuffling") because my sister's heel was hurting, and my left toes were numb and I had a blister forming on my right foot. We stopped by our families to get a drink of water (or at least my sister got a drink of water... water stealer.)

My sister's youngest son threw on a tutu and joined us to run (ahem. "shuffle") the last mile, and I can't tell you how happy I was to cross the finish line. Until I got sick. Duuuuumb. I couldn't even enjoy the free ice cream bars they were handing out, I thought I was going to pass out!

But after we calmed down, soaked our poor feet in the ice bucket of victory and discussed how that was the stupidest thing we had ever, EVER done and how we'd both rather have a few more babies without drugs than run 13.1 miles again...

...we decided to do it again next year. 'Cause we're smart like that.