I wore this on Friday and thought about her all day:
I haven't spent 24 hours on a treadmill lately, or even cumulatively in the past few weeks, but I did sign up to Run the Slam. Participants run in four of the six half marathons, get to compare their overall time with other runners, and get a unique four-part medal. It is limited to the first 150 participants. I figured since I am already registered for three of the six half marathon options, why not? So I signed up for the Slam and registered for another half marathon on September 10. That was the excitement around here. At least for a few days.
Then I remembered the St. George Marathon lottery results were being posted today and sat down at my computer this morning to find out my fate. I wasn't sure exactly what I wanted that fate to be. Part of me wants to see what I can really do with 26.2 miles and the other part of me is happy running 13.1 miles, puke and all.
So I typed in my name and nothing appeared. I've been there. Two years ago, the same thing happened. Then I noticed it said to include my middle initial. So I entered it again with that additional little letter. And there is was. I'm in.
Still processing how I feel.