St. George Marathon

Spectating is a grueling sport.

Finally, we see someone!!

Jon came next, but we didn't get his picture.

(Obviously, he runs too fast!)

Then came Mom, but she was too busy listening to her music to notice us.

Her loss. At least I got a pic!

Congrats to all the runners...

...and spectators, big and small.

Carbo Loading Part Two

*My brother, Jon, looking very satisfied after a good meal.

Today we drove to St. George. I sat the whole way there in the tiny back, back seat of the Explorer, surrounded by gigantic strollers and luggage. I hope nobody noticed me trying to get in and out during pit stops. I was like a contortionist...but less skillful and less graceful. It wasn't pretty!

We ate lunch/dinner at The Pizza Factory near Washington, UT. Or maybe it's really considered St. George...I don't know. The bottom line is: It was delish! The HUGE salad bar alone would have been enough, but then they brought us gourmet pizzas and seasoned bread sticks on real sticks. I never knew I could eat so much! The owner was awesome. He picked up our tab because he was friends with Adam's brother (who was also with us) way back when. He even gave all the kids fancy lolipops on the way out. It was seriously nice of him. I highly recommend The Pizza Factory in Washington (or St. George), Utah. And if you go, be sure to order the breadsticks. They're amazing!

Please enjoy these pictures of Katelyn, who was so impressed by the food and atmosphere, she was inspired to conduct imaginary music with one of the bread stick sticks. She looks pretty professional if you ask me...and my opinion counts--I hold a DEGREE in music.

Okay, honestly, I'm just biased. My lowest grade EVER was in conducting. May I present...

Katelyn Tilson Thomas:

...and Zach!

San Diego Rock 'N' Roll Marathon: The Beginning

"Rock 'N' Roll Stops the Traffic."

-Bono

3:00 AM--Too early to be awake, in my opinion.

The roads and freeways were closed earlier than they said. 2am instead of 5am...Oops!

None of the road block volunteers knew alternative directions. Poor planning :(

We thought we might miss the race.

Finally one guy knew what he was talking about.

I think I was in the middle of a panic attack!!

Running buddies!

Breaking free of the plastic bag (it was a very cold morning).

Adam appears to be praying in this picture:

"Please let me qualify for Boston..."

Get a load of those PORT-A-POTTYS!!

(Literally, hehe!)

The starting line: Corral #1

6:30 AM: They're OFF!! Good Luck!!

San Diego Rock 'N' Roll Marathon: The Middle

Mile 9

(Gorgeous stretch of the 163 freeway.)

Grandpa Superman...trying to get the runners pumped up!

Pimp my ride--Grandpa Superman's bike.

I think this guy was relay, but holy cow, he appears to be flying!!
The pack
The first of the running Elvi (that's plural for Elvis, FYI).

Go Adam!!!

Zoom.

Natalie and Jason...How cute is that??

(This was her first marathon)

Pssst!... There's a monkey on your back.

Sorry Ryan. I didn't get you at mile 9.

Obviously, you were too fast for the camera!!

San Diego Rock 'N' Roll Marathon: The End

San Diego Marine's Recruiting Base

First woman:

First American:

First Ryan Sasser:

First Adam!!!

Pssst! It's still there...The monkey.Here is proof that I was there.

Recovery:

Adam "Remind me never to run San Diego again."

It kind of kicked everyone's butt this year...again.

Ryan and Natalie.

Heading for home...and a nice cold shower.

Group photo.

I'm proud of you Adam!

The End