Dave ran a half-marathon up in Utah.
And he did it with flying colors even after driving all the way from the desert the day before:
I am in awe of him and of racers in general.
In some ways I wish I could be one.
Until I see toes like Dave's after his last marathon.
Not really what I'd call too appealing.
But I'm telling you, standing on the sidelines of that race made me think some day maybe I'll kick myself into gear and try to run more than three miles.
If it was as exhilarating as it was for me just hanging on the side-lines I can't imagine the adrenaline going through those racers.
There's just something amazing about that feeling in the air.
It was a gorgeous day and they got to run down Provo Canyon...one of the most beautiful places.
I got up early and called Dave like five times to figure out how far he was so I could sneak some pictures in at different spots along the course.
I don't think he was overjoyed to hear my voice so many times while racing, but hey, it made me so excited I got to see him a few times in action. (Thanks for answering Dave :)
He did really well and felt great at the finish line. I was so busy trying to find parking on the side-lines after getting my other shots that I missed him coming over the finish line. Darn it!
These are his running buddies from back home:
And here is his sister and our brother-in-law who raced as well:
They are fast.
What a tremendous accomplishment.
I'm so proud of that guy.