Ragnar Wasatch Back Relay. Check.

Before the race

(Don't stare into my legs. You'll go blind.)

During the race

I don't have many "during the race" pics.  But it basically consisted of this:

• Ride in a cramped suburban
• Run in the hottest weather known to man (What. It was.)
• Ride in a cramped suburban
• Eat gogurt. Yes, gogurt
• Ride in a cramped suburban
• Ride in a cramped suburban
• Ride in a cramped suburban
• Hold the flag! (Don't forget that flag!)
• Try to sleep in the cramped suburban
• Don't get any sleep
• Eat crackers
• Run in the middle of the night, thanking my lucky stars that it's not the hottest weather known to man (What. I was.)
• Ride in the cramped suburban
• Ride in the cramped suburban
• Eat gogurt. Eat crackers.
• Wait in line for the 1 bathroom in town
• Ride in the cramped suburban
• Ride in the cramped suburban
• Hold the flag!
• Wait. Wait. Wait.
• Run the long-awaited last leg
• Basically have the worst and somehow the best time ever.  Did I mention the cramped suburban?

Luckily, all this awesomeness was had with some of the coolest chicas ever! (What. They are.)

Us. Minus Holly. She's also one of the coolest chicas ever, but she happened to be running at this moment.

And let's not forget our driver/pack-horse/water-boy/human GPS.

After the race in all our sleep-deprived glory

And ready for next year....right???

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.

Reasons..Part 2

Okay. This "reasons" thing is getting old, I know. I'm sorry.
Here are the rest, so we can move on to other things.

Island Park/Yellowstone with Mike's fam. Um yeah. Lost my phone there. Which is why no one could reach me for a few weeks. (Go ahead. Just say it. I know you're shaking your head and thinking what an idiot for carrying my cell phone around Yellowstone anyway. Hey. At least I didn't drop it in the Mud Pots.) Not cool. But, thankfully, some awesome person found it and turned it into the Lost & Found. I know! Nice!

Boating on Glendale Res. That's pretty self-explanatory.

Mike's baseball games. Sadly, I have no pics. I know. I should not be allowed to call myself a wife. In my defense, I was in Mexico for most of the season. Okay, so maybe that doesn't help my case either. WELL. I never said I was perfect, people!

Hauling hay with my fam. Good times. Who doesn't love going back to the farm? There's something great about doing hard physical labor. Yeah, so maybe I did drive the tractor most of the time. But pushing that clutch in is quite a workout, you guys.

Watching Doug, Mel & B run. The best part was the mid-run diaper change. Now that is talent, my friends.

Girls' Camp. Oh Girls' Camp. Bless Girls' Camp's heart. I was the lucky gal who got called as Ward Camp Director this year. Lucky gal indeed. (Sorry, no pics.)

Everyday life. Eating. Sleeping. Working. Y'know, the usz. (That's how I've decided to spell the shortened version of "the usual". In case you were wondering.)

And Finally... I just didn't feel like it. I know. Anti-climactic, isn't it. Well, it's all I've got, amigos. It's all I've got.

Thanks for reading.

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.

The Marathon - Part 3

Still feelin' good


See.Hi Mom! Okay.....anytime now.....take the picture! Two of my main supporters.Listen buddy. They're cheering for ME. Put your hand down.Okay. Feelin' the burn. Definitely feelin' the burn.Uh. Kill me now.No, really.Hey, at least I'm ahead of the guy in the kilt.Oh. Well, I WAS ahead of the guy in the kilt.Nope. Not sure what's goin' on with my face there. I was probably sad about the guy in the kilt.Okay, apparently after one runs a marathon, she can't just have a normal face.You only WISH you could make a face like this.Ok. Seriously? I mean, seriously? We can't have ONE normal-faced post race picture?
That will work. Check out this hilarious poster Cami & her roommate April made. P.S. I did not pee my pants. I did, however, make good use of several of the port-a-potties. Too much information? Too bad.Rikki & I LOVE getting our picture taken. We LOVE it. Oh, and by the bathroom wall! Even better! We made it, Janille! We made it! Way to go us.Aaah. What a good one. I'm pretty sure he's more relieved that it's over than I am.Post-race chillin' with the famPost-race baby holdin'
THE END.