When we came home, I decided to try and put together the trampoline I bought yesterday. The instructions say clearly that it requires at least two adults for assembly. Well, apparently one adult and two young siblings who are having a rare bonding moment can do it just fine! ... and it about an hour's time. This is clearly one of those jobs that I would make Taylor do if he were home, so I am pretty proud of myself for figuring it out.
It was warm out, but I did not realize that it was 90 degrees! It's a good thing, or I probably wouldn't have done it! I felt pretty good for three miles. I listened to the live stream of General Conference on my phone. But not being able to just stream the audio for some reason, I was streaming video and my battery died at mile 3... just as it suddenly began to feel really hot.
There isn't a lot I need or want to say about the next 10 miles. It was hot, and my two little water bottles on my belt were not enough. I was parched and fading fast. The sun zapped every bit of my energy and I walked a lot. I hate doing that. I would never do that in a race. The whole thing was more than a little bit miserable. With about 5 miles to go, I stopped at a fellow church member's house and guzzled about 30 ounces of water and refilled my bottles. It helped a lot, but those last few miles were still not pleasant. It was probably one of my least favorite runs ever. But I knew I would be glad I did it. And I was. I felt proud of myself. AND this is what I came home to: My sweet, creative, thoughtful Waverly made me my very own half marathon finish line!