That's right, 7 years.
BJ has run the St. George marathon 7 whole times.
The whole 26.2 miles. Just tell me you're not impressed. Seriously. The kid's got spunk. Or ...something. He's got something.
This year, similar to last year, it was hot. Like 100 degrees hot. Ok, well when he finished it wasn't quite that warm but it was the day before. And it got that hot later in the afternoon as we lounged in a cold pool. Or maybe it was when we enjoyed the ac of our "rented" house as we watched General Conference on the big screen. But I digress...here are some pics from the race. And don't worry, I have yet to get a nice finish line or even somewhat close to the finish line photo. I'm always too worried about missing him.
In between throwing up on the sidelines...poor kid.
He finished with the amazing time of 3 hours and 23 minutes.
And, despite the lack of a smile on anyone's face, we were all very proud of that time, BJ included.
There are few things in this world that I am able to do for 3 hours at a time. In fact, the only thing that comes to mind now is sleep. I can sleep for 3 hours and 23 minutes.
He can run.
Then we watched Conference. Well, some of us watched.
We were so lucky, not to mention grateful, to have both BJ's mom and my parents along for moral support. (And to clean up Cambree's puke in the car. Thanks Mom!) (And to squish in the back seat of the bus in-between the 2 girls even though there were empty seats in the front. Thanks to both Grandmas!)
Farewell St. George and all your wonderfully fun marathon weekend hype.
We'll (cross your fingers) see you next year!