2 miles on the treadmill after traveling home from a grueling, soggy, St. George Marathon! hips feeling better. Congrats to all the fine runners who finished the SGM this year! This was a marathon to remember. I regret I had but one voice to loose while screaming crazy-go-nuts at mile 24. And for the love of feet! So sorry to all the first time marathoners, who persevered beautifully. It will only get better from here.
You never expect to almost freeze to death in St. George--especially in early October! But you should have seen, dear reader...you just should have SEEN the masses of soaked, miserable, blue-lipped bloggers at the finish of the St. George Marathon this year. The have absolutely no fat! There is absolutely no insulation! I wished over and over to have some warm blankets to distribute. My kingdom for some warm blankets! I was quite concerned over both Kory Wheatley and Sasha, especially--shivering like they were about to have some convulsions. Lucky for them, there were both popsicles AND ice cream sandwiches on which to refuel. Honestly, some marathons! But of all the marathoners, the one I was the most concerned about was my dear hubby, James W. He trains in Mesa, in super hot conditions. His body has adjusted to shed heat. His lips were so blue, I honestly thought (HOPED) he had just finished sucking on a blue popsicle. But it was not so. So of course, I did the most logical thing and freaked out. We tried to get his stuff from the clothes drop, but the numbers on the bags had all washed off, and they couldn't find his. So, again, I did the most logical thing and wrapped him in some trash bags, and my coat. 
Well, nobody has ever claimed that running marathons is a dignified sport.
| 