It quickly turned into an uncomfortable encounter as the inhabitants of the car recognized that five women were now walking toward the intersection where they were performing a California stop and they started hooting and hollering and saying a few comments I did not understand. And then there was the one statement that was so clear and so vulgar, it has been popping into my head off and on since.

“I want to rape you!” or maybe it was “I am going to rape you!”

I kept my desire to do a crazy race that I do not have time to train for at bay by going for an hour run in the morning on the race route before all of the races got started. That kept me content such that I could support Andy without wanting to give Belén to one of the other trailing spouses and run the race. I had actually mentioned to Andy a couple of weeks back that I could do the race too and his response was something to the effect of, “Have you ever just come to a race and supported me and not done the race yourself?

Along the way, Erin took a couple of tumbles over some of the aforementioned roots. One was early on, around mile seven and while she rolled her ankle on a root and then fell to the path rolling around in the dirt all the while aplogizing for slowing us down while replying, “only shooting pain, only shooting pain, it will pass. I am sorry. I am okay. Only shooting pain.”

Three hours and 17 miles later, we completed our training run and are probably three of few people (five if you count Kaidree and Jen) who know the dirt side of Eagle Road.

In retrospect, I think the reason the Waterfall run is so hard is because it is all up and then all down. There is not a lot of rolling hills. It reminds me a lot of the infamous 1/2 marathon in Boise called the Race to Robie Creek which is eight miles of uphill followed by five miles of intense downhill. Unlike Robie, waterfall has equal miles uphill and downhill but like Robie, each is equally hard because having your body get pounded on the downhill after so much climbing really takes its toll on you.

It was a “rest” run this weekend of only one and half hours of running. Next weekend is two hours forty minutes so we were thrilled that it was not next weekend yet. It is funny though because the “rest” runs always seem to feel harder than the long runs. There must be some psychological reason for that but I am not quite sure what it is.

So now we recognize that running prowess is all relative. I am happy with my slower paces and shorter distances and amazingly proud of my bad ass running friends. They give me something to aspire to and provide me with friends on one side of the workout, eat well, kick butt at running spectrum. But, I do find that I have to also have friends on the other side of the spectrum to feel like I am not a total slacker.

The wonderful food and wine from date night, coupled with the baby singing over the baby monitor woke me up early in the morning making my run with my friend Michelle difficult.

First immunizations, a trip to Stanley and much more post-baby too much information (TMI).

It has been a busy summer and unfortunately I have not written because too much has been going on.