Oh my heavens. Today was hysterical.
Let's just say the run involved rain, thunder, lightning, hail, soggy socks, and WE LOST LIZ!!!!
Yes, it's true. After only mile 7, we got separated from Liz. The worst part was that we were nearly convinced that she got abducted after a porta-potty stop. I mean, come on, we're not 12. Liz could kick anyone senseless who tried to abduct her. But we were a little freaked out, standing in the grey thundery weather, wondering how we could have missed her and where on earth she might be.
Finally we decided Liz was not a kidnap victim and kept going. Apparently, I had made a wrong turn, and she kept trying to catch up to us. She met up with a few guys and ran the rest of the eighteen with them. We four split up into pairs to try to find Liz. Bliss and I ran up to the mouth of Big Cottonwood Canyon (I just wanted to type that. Here. I'll type it again. Bliss and I ran up to the mouth of Big Cottonwood Canyon. I know. I NEVER WOULD HAVE BELIEVED I COULD RUN TO THE MOUTH OF BIG COTTONWOOD CANYON.), didn't see Liz, turned around and took Wasatch Blvd home.
And on the way, we got pummeled by another hailstorm. We laughed and screamed in pain and laughed some more.
But we made it! 18.2. Good conversations, complaining about soggy socks and lead legs, and a feeling of great accomplishment...it was all worth it.
Except I'm still sad we lost Liz. And I'm just glad no one stole her after all.
And my boy is back from Scout Camp. Love that boy. He had a great time. I'm so glad.
(Later. Must clarify. Liz did NOT run home with a bunch of guys. She told me she did, but she was lying. She was referring to the guys on her iPod. Stinker Liz.)