Went out to cheer H and Lexi on today. They both ran the Spanish Fork Half Marathon. They are some kind of awesome.
Here’s Lex, tired but triumphant. 13 miles and she ran the whole way.
And here’s H.B. Gotta say, it was inspiring seeing him push himself across that finish line.
Here I was losing faith in human nature and bemoaning the aging process, then here comes H being so inspiring and all. Luckily, I wore sunglasses so the leaking tears wouldn’t show, eh? Anything is possible and it’s not too late. To run a half-marathon or to achieve personal goals. I needed the reminder.
He wasn’t in much of a talkative mood right after. I think he was hurting and just wanted to get home.
"There will be days you don't think you can run a (half) marathon. There will be a lifetime of knowing you have."
Nicely done, good brother and lovely niece. Nicely done.