The things I talk myself into. Part 1.

Well, here it is.  My next endeavor. 

Wasatch Back Relay

I'm posting it on here so I'll actually start training.  Yes, that's right.  START training.  As in, I haven't yet. 

A glutton for punishment.  I know.  Some might say a little crazy, even.  But at least I'll be in good company.

And, hey.  The website says to "think of it as a 188-mile party". 

Well, there ya go. 

I will do that.

Post O' Pics

This Is The Way We Run

This is what we're doing.

RELAY

This is when it is.
This Saturday. 7am. (Though, I'll be there at 4:45 am. An insanely early time to have to be anywhere, I think.)

This is my team: The Dang Quesadillaz (I know. You only wish you had thought of such an awesome team name.)
Me -- 7 miles
Dan-diggety-dan -- 6.1 miles
Mi esposo -- 5 miles
Kayleen-the-runnin'-machine -- 5 miles
Nat-a-rific -- 3.1 miles.

This is not my team. I guess I'll mention my other brother, even though he's running with his office team. Lame. I know.

Nick-o-li -- 6.1 miles

This is what you can do.

I guess you can come shout Napolean Dynamite quotes at us. (Or give me a pump on your bike from the end of my leg of the race to the car waiting at the end of Dan's leg so I don't have to run Dan's leg too. Since they won't let any cars up to the end of my leg. And the shuttle is slow.) That would be cool.

This is a random picture. Just for the heck of it.

This is the end.