Da Scoop

Okay, so I was very surprised by my disappointment of not getting selected in the St. George lottery...so disappointed, in fact, that I ended up researching another Saturday run and signing up for the Logan marathon. I have heard it is relatively flat and well organized, so I signed up and booked my flight. My girlfriends and I are already planning the massages, the Mustang convertible rental car, sleeping in, and the hot tub after. Sad that a marathon is my excuse for a fun girl get away...next time it will be shopping, eating out, and pedicures fo sho! I told my girls about getting into the race, and Kiara (my 6yo) enthusiastically says: "Mom you are a rockstar!", I was pleased that I was getting the respect I deserved for this until Emma (my 3yo) says: "Yeah mom, you are a BIG rock!" Unfortunately at the speed I run, Emma might have been more accurate in her compliment.

So the picture has nothing to do with my post, but I like to look at pictures, and well, he's just so cute!! :)

Marathon Insanity

In an effort to get in shape this summer, I joined a running "group" (Portland Fit) to train for the Helvetia half marathon. The group actually trains for the Portland marathon, but that has been of NO interest to me. (Who knowingly CHOOSES to subject themselves to such painful torture???). Well, after agreeing to run in the group with a few of my good friends, I somehow managed to succumb to a whirlwind of peer pressure and sign up for a marathon.

I am in the lottery for the St. George marathon, which with any luck I'll get denied and then I can get the aching pit in my stomach to quit reminding me of my stupidity. I am not a runner, and though I have run hundreds of miles in the course of my life, I still can't claim to be a runner for two reasons: 1. I am slow. 2. I hate it. The ONLY things that keep me running are that it is great for losing baby weight, and I really love the feeling of being DONE running. We find out whether we made the lottery on May 8th. Then I get to look forward to spending my ENTIRE summer and EVERY weekend for the next 4+ months pounding pavement...really, seriously, I mean what in the WORLD was I thinking? I better look pretty freaking HOT in my swimsuit this summer...