I still run. All the time.

Running continues to be my link to sanity.  It's cheaper than therapy...maybe.  I have been burning through three or four pairs of shoes a year plus my race fees plus whatever else cute I need for running gear.  My first race of the season was the Ogden Half.  We ran it in an absolute downpour.  It was misery.  I'd had a time in mind for a long time, but I happily let any expectations go and just let it be a training run for the AF Canyon Half which was 4 weeks later. 

We were soaked to the skin.  It was never my intention to wear a fleece jacket for the race, but it was too darn cold to throw it in the donation bin at the start like I intended. 



Look at us!  I think we all had blue lips.
Liza, Steph, and I went back to our hotel, turned the heat up as high as it would go, and took turns laying under the covers and taking the hottest showers we could stand.

I had better luck in June!  I wanted to break 1:40, so I was thrilled with this time.  I placed sixty-something out of about 1200 women. 

Bruce and I at the finish.

Liza and I.
She would not care to discuss this race.
Take my word for it.

The race was a fundraiser for cancer treatment and we were happily surprised to see this big picture of my aunt and uncle at the finish line.  I was already crying over my PR and then this really got the waterworks going.

Lately Kiki has been wanting to run with me too.
"I want to run one mile," she will say.
I'm slowly sneaking up the distance.

I'm branching out to trail running- we did a 12 or 13 mile trail run a couple Saturdays ago.  There were six of us running- three sets of sisters.  It made me happy.  I'm registered for a 17 mile trail race on August 3, and the Big Cottonwood Full on Sept 14.  I met the man who is going to be a doctor at the marathon medical tent.  "Maybe I'll see you," he said.  I replied, "No offense, but if I'm seeing you at my marathon I'm going to be super pissed."