22 miles and Jazz Playoffs

You may have noticed that my posts have become more or less completely unrelated random thoughts. I'm pretty sure that my post on Friday was so long and sporatic that most of you couldn't stand to finish it. That's ok. This blog has become something of a journal for me, but I do appreciate the comments when I get them.

Ok.

Saturday, I ran a 30K race up in Eden. It's that last of my training races before the BIG ONE! In case you are wondering, a 30 K is about 18.64 miles. At one point during the race, my glove fell out of my pocket and I had to turn around and run back for it, so at the finish line my Garmin read that I was at 18.76. After I got home and ate some lunch, ventured out, again, and ran another 3 1/2 miles to round off my total to just over 22 miles.
That might be cheating, but I got the miles in and now I can take it easy until the marathon.
By the way, my legs are KILLING me! I have never been so sore in my entire life!
Remember a couple weeks ago, when I ran 18, and I felt so good? Yeah. Not so much, this time. Oh, I'm proud of myself, don't get me wrong. But, this run really took it's toll on my body! I don't think I'll be going to the gym tomorrow.

By the way, I learned a little marathon history this weekend. I've never heard this before, so I thought I'd share. Apparently, the reason we have marathons now is because back in Ancient Greece, during the Persian War, a messenger (Pheidippides) ran about 25 miles, from Marathon to Athens, to announce the defeat of the Persians. At the end of the march he died of exhaustion. That's where the distance and the name come from.
(I hope I don't do that after running a marathon)

So, after running (and resting) Clint and I went to the Jazz game on Saturday night. We lucked out and got the suite again! Thanks to Citadel (Clint's company advertised through them, that's how we get the suites). There is a completely different feeling going to a playoff game. The crowd is so alive. It was so exciting! It was a really great game!
I felt really bad though because the game went so late, and we didn't get home until 12:30. It was so sweet, though, when we got home, our babysitter was asleep on the couch with Kennedie and Tyson. I felt so bad waking her up to take her home.