I thought a lot about something to title this. I think it is appropriate.
I ran a half marathon with my sisters last weekend in St. George. I didn't really train as well as I should have because of the fab vacation we took, and I just started my new job. (I do PSR, google it). So I was a little more than nervous, had all the physical symptoms of it too. But I did it, and thank the sweet shimmering heavens that my sisters were there to cheer me on. Amber ran it right next to me, and talked to me the whole time. Just a nice stroll through the rain...(oh yeah, it was raining the WHOLE time) and I got to stare at Rachel's cute legs and the bottom of her pink shoes for a couple miles, then she was gone. You go girl. This is what I felt like when I finished:
The day before the race we took the girls to one of the trampoline gyms- like a warehouse with trampolines everywhere. so fun: