The Time of My Life
The title of this post doesn't really mean all my recent days have been fabulous. It's more a reminder that every week, every day, every hour, and every second are in fact the time of my life. And that time just marches on regardless of how I'd have it behave! I saw this photo of ballet dancers in the snow in the SLC airport. Though I believe it was untitled, I call it The Time of Their Lives. Last time I wrote, I was feeling slightly injured and also concerned about two races I had coming up. Well--to keep it short--I've recovered, and the two races have come and gone; they went well and were a lot of fun. Since then I've gone on a short trip, one that was running related only in the way that all the Times of My Life are running related--but it was a very good trip, anyway. My first stop was Salt Lake City for an overninght visit with my friend Laury. Here she is in her newly tamed backyard. It was wonderful to get a feel for how...