The Laughing Cow

While I was running today AGAINST the wind, barely shuffling out 14 minute/miles, I saw a cow staring at me. I swear he was laughing and thinking, "What does that imbecile think she's doing trying to run out here in the wind on only 2 legs? Smarten up girl and put those other 2 feet on the ground. You'd go a lot faster that way! Better yet . . . why don't you just stand still, chew some grass, and enjoy the breeze blowing by. Seriously . . .!"

As it turns out, I think this cow's thinking was correct. My kids have decided to retire me to pasture after this weekend's unfortunate events in Ogden. I tried to use the Ogden Marathon as a training run for Utah Valley next month, and ended up walking the 2nd half of the course due to body aches and bowel problems. I was so ill that I gave in and asked a volunteer for a ride down the mountain to the finish line. Unfortunately, the volunteer I asked didn't speak English and I was too tired to ask someone else, so I just kept on walking.


Jill and Jeff were so thoughtful and tried to pull me through the first 1/2 of the marathon with them, but after multiple potty stops and some tears on my part, they finally agreed to leave me to my hobbling.


This morning when Nyah saw these sad pictures from the marathon she said, "Mom, you'd better not do another one. I think you'll die next time." I think she and the laughing cow are right. It's time to hang up my shoes and be put out to pasture.