This past Saturday morning Jason and I could be found once again in the beautiful town of Springdale, anxiously awaiting the start of the annual Butch Cassidy 5K/10K race.
last year's race, there were some major differences as well. For one thing, it didn't snow. We also didn't have to push all of the kiddos in jogging strollers--many thanks to Grandma Susie and Grandpa Charles.
Now, the munchkins are eager to "train" with Dad more often so they will be prepared for the next Butch Cassidy 5K.
On a personal note: This 10K was great motivation for me to keep running through my second trimester (with approval from my midwife, of course.) As my belly grows, however, I've wondered how long I can realistically keep this up. Since my lower back had started to hurt after some of my longer runs, I rather expected this race to be my last--at least for a while. Now that the run is over, however, I'm not as sure. The baby and I handled the distance really well, without so much as a twinge in my back. (Well, at least not until the long car ride home, but that's a different complaint.) I know that at some point I'll have to call it quits for running, but with the weather still beautiful here in St. George, I'm tempted to say: not yet.