Last weekend I ran the Salt Lake Half Marathon with my Dad and my brother, Phil. Phil is amazing, and beat me again. It drives me nuts because he barely even trains for these, and I feel like I kill myself training, and he still beats me! He's such a positive person, so it's fun to run with him because he's just so darn nice!
My Dad did really good! He's ran a few marathons years ago, and decided that this would be his last race. HE DID AWESOME! He is 61 years old--- and his time was great, and he even ran the whole thing with a giant blister. I love my Dad so much, and I am so proud of him for doing this.









