The weather was a mild 30 degrees in the parking lot by the now-empty Mervyn’s building. Waiting in line in the dark at 6:30 a.m. Saturday with a bunch of people wearing tutu’s, wedding dresses and leg warmers to get on buses, my friend Paige, my cousin (-in-law?) Nathanael and I tried to keep warm. And not think too much about why we were there.
1 hour and 49 minutes later I crossed the finish line. Then I noticed that my legs were weak. And tired. And as the minutes progressed I quickly became aware of more sore muscles. About 3 weeks before I had hurt my knee during a flag football game and so I had been taking it pretty easy running so I didn’t really hurt myself. I was worried that the race might be more of a stroll through the canyon if my knee started bothering me, but as a little tender mercy, it didn’t hurt… at all.