Me and McKenzie. We were afraid of heights.
Me and Cooper. He wouldn't sit close to me! I guess I have cooties. Whateve.
Me and McKenzie before the race.
Me and Nate were totally strong enough for this race. Gerr!!
After the race. Yeah!!
So I was basically way mad, because I had been training for this race for about a month. And I was running about ten minute miles. Which you know, is not where I used to be, but hey, it's better than where I was a few months ago. Anyways- I was expecting to shave at least three minutes off my time, because I would be running on pavement, and not on a stupid treadmill. However comma, that race was the slowest I had ever run a 5K!! I was so mad!!! I couldn't believe it. Good thing the endorphins kicked in and I was able to adopt the "I'm just glad I finished" attitude... lame sauce. Next time will be better!!
Wickenburg! This was the biggest cowboy town I have ever seen. Every store sold cowboy hats, boots, and saddles. I never thought I'd see the day, but alas. I did see that day. And many other cowboy filled days. (I'm not bitter. Promise.)
So that's a very watered down version of what has been happening lately. I promise I will blog about the wedding soon. Goodnight, and good luck