This month, Katie, Lindsay, and I did a 
10k. We wanted to do a half marathon but then decided we'd better start 
with a 10k for fear of dying. We got up at 4:40 in the morn and drove 
down to Provo, hopped on the bus, and waited at the starting line. 
I like to live on the edge, so I used to porta potty while waiting to start.
They had some music playing to get us all pumped, but it was pretty quiet so it was more like background napping music. 
We
 walked to the starting line, 3-2-1-go! and we were off. I wanted to die
 the first mile. I have no idea why it was so hard! I had a horrible 
stitch in my side for about 4 miles that I had to hold with one hand 
continuously. When it finally went away I rejoiced. 
Katie made the 6.2 mile run in 58 minutes, Lindsay in 1:04, and I finished in 1:08. Not too shabby, especially Katie. 
Racing is becoming a big part of my life.
 
 
