(I drafted this post weeks ago and forgot about it :). Oh well, better late than never!)
How did this happen? I have a kid in pre-school? I'm posting a "first day of school" picture? It's all a little sad for me, but Dylan doesn't seem to notice. I pulled in to the parking lot of his pre-school and he starts unbuckling and says "Thanks Mom, Bye." What?! He didn't want me to walk him in and he now has started thanking me for rides?? I think he thinks he's 15.
We headed out to Pocatello Labor Day weekend to see some family and so I could run in the Pocatello 1/2 marathon.
I pretty much look how I felt in this picture, like I had been run over by a Mac truck... a few times. A little swollen in the face and ankles from dehydration, in pain for sure, but still enough adrenaline left to be unaware of the blisters, raw skin, and the incredibly sore muscles (I wasn't quit prepared for a few of the hills!) It was a lot of fun, except the part when I used every ounce of strength left to push it in to the finish line only to realize it wasn't really the finish line, and I still had 1/4 mile to go!! The horror! I almost died, really....
