Woke up at 4am, just because I miss waking up that early, and woke the three kiddies up at 4:15, and we went to the Provo parade route. We picked up 2 dozen donuts, bananas, oj, and choc milk on the way. The kids fell asleep in sleeping bags since we got there at 5am, and I read. I cheered on the runners (I was at 500 N and Univ Ave), so just short of mile 3 marker for the 10k. Lindsey Dunkley was in first for the 5k, and I didn't recognize first in the 10k, though I saw Julie from SLC (can't remember her last name) at about 3-4 and Marianne at about 5th. I was feeling pretty supportive, for the first 20 minutes of cheering, then I got blue since I was on the sidelines and had already eaten a donut, so I got a second donut and went right to the edge of the race and called out to the runners "I am eating a donut and you are racing." "My donut tastes so good!!!" All the racers who noticed me that I could see were good sports about it and one said it did look good and another wanted a bite. I am afraid I wasn't a very good sport, but the runners took it in stride. Speaking of which, there was an Uncle Sam on stilts running, and I screamed at him to lengthen his stride. I've mentioned my lurking bf Lupita before. Her family is moving to Wisc, land of the cheese heads, they are moving out of their Orem house next week, so spending the day with them was sweet.
Pain 0-1. Good day.
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