We continue "old news weekend" with an update about Angie's half-marathon from last month.
"Who cares about that any more?" more than one blog reader thought to herself when this headline popped up in her reader. But Angie feels compelled to share this because she made such a big deal about it before the race. (Trust us, this is far more interesting news than the more recent flower-bed weeding adventure from this afternoon.)
Lynsey and I at the train station at the start of the race at an unbearably early hour. We managed to sardine ourselves into the very last train heading to the start line. (Sorry, Lynsey, for always cutting things so close!)
Ready to run. Yes, I do call what I do "running," even though it may not appear much faster than a jog to the naked eye.
I do love the snap-a-photo-while-running technique. Everyone looks so chipper still, here at mile 3. (Wait until mile 10.)
Five down. We've all got that pep in our step and determined gleam in our eyes still.
At just a little over halfway, we're all extremely grateful for the extra downhill slope during this stretch. We can do it...
Mile 10. We're feeling the burn, and it shows in our strides.
Except this guy. He's the marathon winner, and he's already run 23 miles to our 10, and he looks like he'd be fine for 23 more.
The finish line. The blessed, glorious finish line.
Hell yeah I'm going to post this picture! I sweated through 13.1 miles and paid $26 for it (plus another extremely unflattering mid-stride shot), with an obscene extra $8.95 for shipping that they secretly tack on when you're not looking. Race photos—it's a racket.
And here we are at the end, looking only a little worse for wear. We rode the train straight to Johanna's Kitchen (in our sweaty race gear, medals, and all) to consume omelettes and scones in honor of the Lucas family's April birthdays. We miscalculated our travel time and couldn't make it home to shower; meanwhile the whole family was waiting on us. Upon our arrival, I was both relieved and puzzled to see that we weren't the only patrons who went straight from race finish-line to local diner without showering in between.
My time two years ago: 2 hours, 23 minutes, and 48 seconds
My time this year: 2 hours, 31 minutes, and 04 seconds.
In 2009, I faithfully ran every run on my training schedule. I did not have 7 extra pounds of "baby weight" to carry around. I did not have an infant at home, which inspired me to miss at least one training one per week with no regrets. So I'll wear the extra 7 minutes proudly—it's really only 30 extra seconds per mile.
Besides, I placed 102nd out of 236 in my age/gender division, and 3,477th out of 4,444 overall. I can run faster than at least 1,000 of my fellow Utahans, and that's not so bad. :)

Journaling Prompt
What's some "old news" you've been meaning to write about? Pull out your journal and get it down on paper, whatever it is. (Or, heck, blog about it. There's no shame in that.) Can't think of something? Write about your most recent accomplishment—anything you've done that makes you feel proud.