Tuesday, September 23, 2008
twenty six point two
These shots are just to let you know that this story has a happy ending.
The celebration shot - all 6 C's together. It's been a while.
Shout out to my dad, Scott, and to my sisters, Catie and Carlie-Sue for training for and completing the Top of Utah Logan Marathon. It was so emotional to be there and cheer for them. People can do amazing things. My family members give proof of that. It was fun to be there and even more fun to eat the lime ricky and tator tots at the Burger Bar in celebration. My true confession (well, I have two) is first that I always thought it was the Burger Barn, which I think is a little more quaint than Burger Bar, but oh well. Childhood innocence shattered, I guess. Then, I had a Big Ben Elk Burger and it tasted like cleaning solution to me. I hated it. Everyone else was extolling the virtue of elk meat, but not for this cow eater. No, thank you. The Burger Bar is in Roy, Utah where my dad grew up. He would take us there when we were little and the burgers were as big as my head. HUGE. Now that I'm all grown up, the burgers don't seem as big, although they are significantly bigger (and better) than your Big Mac (except I would choose the Mac over the elk meat every day of the week despite Morgan Spurlock's research).
We were set up on the 24 mile marker and there were some energetic drummers right behind supporting the marathon. It was awesome because every runner would look at the drummers as they climbed the hill and we were right there so we got to look into everyone's face - all of these crazed masochists, fighting and accomplishing and conquering. It was beyond inspiring. I was in tears as I watched two women running together - one holding the other's arm for support so she could keep going. Incredible to see the human spirit prevail.
It was a wonderful day and I'm so proud of all of us. It was hard work to cheer. I was exhausted by the end of the day, truly and I didn't run one step. Congratulations to Dad, Catie and Carlie for the thousands of steps they did run. I'm proud to be your daughter/sister.
The cheerleaders camped out at different spots of the race trail. Divide and conquer, people.
This absolutely epitomizes my dad to me - reaching out to some little kid who is totally excited to be acknowledged by the tall buff guy that just might be Mr. Clean incarnate. My dad rocks.
I don't really understand why she is smiling...masochism is a complex disease to understand.
The pace setter wraps it up.