
Two weeks ago (you can see I am not a very active blogger) Justin and I used his single weekend off in September to travel to Utah for Justin to run in the
Top of Utah Marathon. Justin had been working nights during the week leading up to our trip. He came home Friday morning, slept for two hours, and then we boarded our plane to Salt Lake City. After a short flight (with no nap) my three sisters picked us up in SLC. We swung by
Pat's BBQ for lunch, an award winning/somewhat shady BBQ joint in south Salt Lake. The number of goatee-sporting, chunky middle aged men attested to the fact that this was a legitimate meat-lover's destination. Probably not the greatest pre-race meal for Justin, but he insisted that meat has been helping people run fast for centuries.


After a whirlwind tour of Ashley and Caitlin's new house/apartment (respectively) and spending some quality time cuddling with Kevin the Cat, we were off to Logan. Along with everyone else in the greater SLC area it seemed, given the maddening afternoon traffic. We finally made it to Logan, snagged Justin's race packet on our way through town, then we were off to the Wheeler homestead in Hyde Park. We ate a traditional marathoner's last meal: spaghetti. Then Justin was in bed by 10 pm so he could get up again at 4:30. Even with so little sleep Justin did amazingly well in his race.
Here's Justin's short description of the race: "It was wet. And long. And I got tired at the end. But I did pretty good. I'm glad I was wearing Band-aids, or my nipples would be really sore."
Here's Justin's long description of the race (if you are not a runner you can just skip this part): It was around 40 or 45 F at the starting line when the bus pulled in at 6:15. It started pouring rain about five minutes before the race began. Just enough to get everyone good and wet. The starting guns fired, and within a few minutes the rain stopped. I ran with the 3 hour pace team. Right around mile 8 when we were starting to dry off, the heavens opened again. By mile 14 when I emerged from Blacksmith Fork Canyon, it had started to hail along with the rain. (It was exciting for me (Brianna) to see the runners splashing down the road, especially since Justin was among the first few groups.) I stuck with the 3 hour pacers until mile 18, when I "bonked". I think the lack of sleep caught up with me. I slowed down a bit, but soldiered on and ended up finishing around 3:08. I had been hoping to get under 3:05 so I could qualify for Boston again, but was still pleased with my time.

It was good enough for a cute little moose trophy for placing 4th (or was it 5th?) in his age division. He finished 53 overall out of almost 2000 runners.

Anyway, it was a fun weekend. We loved seeing Justin's parents and my sisters. Logan is beautiful in the Fall, even when it's raining. Justin is already scheming about running another marathon so he can get back to Boston. Runners really are different.