I drove the course of the Hurricane Half this evening with the offspring. I'm not sure this was wise.
I've driven between our house and Zion National Park dozens of times, but I never scrutinized the road and path like I did this time. Truth be told, it scared the bejeebers out of me.
There were big hills going up. There were big hills going down. The road seemed to go on FOR EVEERRRRRRRR.
About half way through Jackson said "Can you really run this far and not pass out?" When we reached Hurricane High School where the race ends he said "Dad, I bet by the time you get this far you will feel like you are going to die."
I have to keep reminding myself that if I ran 11 miles I can do two more. The kids encouraged me to go as fast as I can so I can win the race. I'll consider myself a winner if I cross the finish line.