yeah, my legs haven't quite recovered.
They are sad at me now.
I ran from my house to the South Jordan Fire Station
(in a random, weaving route)
where we were to pick up our Bountiful Basket.
I met Mark and the kids there.
They did not run- they drove.
I got there first, therefore I WIN.
The fact that I left well over an hour before them
is neither here or nor there.
I believe a change in my running schedule is in order.
I don't want dead legs for this next marathon.
For the more fun part of the day
we went and saw this: