Whoa, Nelly!

We've been so busy lately that I haven't been able to keep my head on straight. As I sit down to type this, I feel like the room is spinning. I hate that summer is played in turbo speed.

This afternoon Aaron and I leave for Bryce Canyon. We're running the 1/2 marathon tomorrow morning and we are leaving the kids behind. It should be a fun trip, all except for the RUNNING part. As I was packing my bag, I asked the kids if they wanted to come. They said, "Nope. We'd rather just see the pictures." I love their logic. I wish I was just looking at pictures of someone else running the race too. What are we doing to ourselves?

Ben wanted to make sure that Luke and Zack knew exactly how far we're running. After he told them it was 13 miles, Zack exclaimed, "Whoa, Nelly!" It made me laugh because they have no idea how long a mile is, let alone 13.... but the number itself seems ginormous to our little tyke. It seems ginormous to me, too.

Ben, who is always looking at the bright side, said, "At least you don't have to run a whole marathon." To which I nodded gratefully. Zack wanted to know if I would run a marathon to save the whole world. I said I would try. To which he quickly asked, "Would you eat throw-up to save the whole world?" Yes, I would. In fact, I would rather eat throw-up than run a marathon tomorrow.

We've heard lots of tips from past marathon runners--- eat carbs the night before, drink a ton of water, have salty foods. One thing we read online was to take a big dump before the race. I am wondering how one makes themselves do that before the race? And if I wasn't scared enough, I was blessed with a menstrual cycle that came a week early. Yeah for cramps and running!

We're missing Girl's Camp testimony meeting & a boating trip with friends to run this silly race. It better be worth it! It's amazing to me that people do this all the time-- for fun. It's four hours away, we have to fork up serious money for a hotel stay (the same amount we paid for FOUR nights in Florida) only to come home exhausted and sore. Sounds a bit crazy to me.... I will let you know if we come back in one piece. Lata, skatas.