My friend Shawna came down from Salt Lake to run. Shawna's Dad and my Dad were good friends when they were young, and it was nice to be reminded of them through our visit with each other. Her Dad was an awesome man, and it was great to see her again. It had been a long time. We ran from the house down to the Tabernacle and met Michelle, Jos, Mac, and Ericka who were running the Provo half. Michelle was primed and ready to win. We ran close to the course about a half hour ahead of the start. But I was out of juice by mile 8 (my own fault for reduced mileage, lack of proper hydration, sheer laziness, you name it). Shawna was a sport. She's training for UVM too and told me all about her neighbor's studies in Nurological marathon recovery. Very interesting stuff --he's a physiologts and her husband is a PT. So she's very knowlegeable. She's also tall, if I havn't mentioned it--she's 6 feet and an ironman triathelte. I felt bad I was dragging her around the South Provo with my whimpy, whiny, dehydrated piraformis problems. We did a portion of my old bike trail, peeked in the back yard of my renters at the house, and got to cheer Michelle at the half point. Along the trail, Shawna and I got passed by Mac & her friend, and Josse. My friend headed back home to her daugther's volley ball trny and I hung around with Michelle for a bit, waiting for Josse & Ericka, and hoping to see Michelle get her prize. Then I got a call I had to go get my kids from their service project. I guess 6 hours of cleaning up city parks was enough to make them call me 100 times in a row and come pick them. Aside from my own sloppy run, it was a fun day to be out, see pals and see Michelle do her thing out there. Spring, is finally here which means I'll be back to 6 am runs pretty shortly. | 