Chug-along-chica!

4 slow ouchy miles.

This is what I was doing today:

You can't tell, but this little guy has a fever of 103.5.  Even when he is sick, he is an angel--a cranky, cranky angel. 

Let us hope it is not too contagious, because he sneezed right in my face after this picture was taken.

4 miles.  Rt. hip complaining a little.

This is one of the things I did today, and every Tuesday, for that matter:

I am a ward missionary.  Every soul is precious.

The Plan of Salvation, isn't it beautiful?  There IS a purpose to life.

 My companion, Lyndsay.  She is the BEST!

We are UNSTOPPABLE!

My left hip was really tight last night when I finished my run, so I slept on a heating pad (on low) all night.  In the morning it was SO much worse!  Dang it, should've done ice instead.  I tried to go for my run, and I seriously made it about 8 steps before I almost cried out.  It's a sharp pain right over the ball of the hip joint.  It has gotten progressively better throughout the day but not nearly good enough for running.  I am walking pretty strangely, favoring my right foot a lot and now my foot is hurting too.   Bleh.  

Hip still sore esp. in the morning, but feeling better by the evening.  Tomorrow we leave for St. George.  YEA!

I jogged 2 miles with beloved hubby.  He forced me to wear shoes just because we were in St. George and didn't know what the heck was on the ground in the area.  Hip was okay.  I felt it just a little. 

We went to the blogger party in the park.  I got to see Jody in person!  That was exciting.  Also met the Wild Bull in the flesh for the first time.  Is he from a foreign country?  I thought I heard an accent.  Always good to see Christi, Mik'L, Josse, Kim and Tom, and Brent and Sylvia.  Class acts, every one.  I got to meet Dustin's wife, Sunny, and Monaflash's wife, Allison.  Running widows unite!  Michelle Lowry looked so dang athletic.  She is skinnier than last year for sure.  The other Michelle was there too--what a sight for sore eyes!  She had her adorable new puppy with her, "Libby."  (That is the SECOND friend of mine who has a dog with my name, btw.  Luckily they are both cute dogs.  Nobody go name a big ol' nasty mutt after me, 'K?)  I got to meet the famous Kellies, too.  I mean Kelli and Kellie.  Both sweet chicas.  JeffMC was there with Kimia. He looked like he was itching to get running.   In between bites of raw garlic and avocado on bread, Sasha did a dramatic impression of a drunk Russian singing and passing out.  (It is very fortunate that Sasha became an anti-alcohol Mormon athlete--he would have made a terrible drunk Russian.  Fate is kind.)  People were pretty subdued at the party.  Next year we need some music or something!  Or Marion.  Marion could have revved it up, I think.  ;)  I missed Sarah.

James and I went to the pasta party at the convention center.  I can't believe how much spaghetti I ate!  You know how husbands sometimes gain sympathy weight when their wives are pregnant?  That was me...trying to give James more glycogen by quaffing mountains of over-cooked noodles for him.   That's the first time I've had non-whole wheat pasta in a long time.  Slimy but satisfying.

I spent quite a bit of time in the evening painting a ginormous banner to hold for the bloggers as they run by.   I'll show you a picture tomorrow.  Good luck bloggers!

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.