Thursday, April 21, 2011

A weekend with Dad.

This last weekend my dad flew out to run the SLC half marathon with my sister and my cousin. The night before the race we went out for a late night carbo load at IHOP. I was tempted to get this:

Mmmmm...breakfast AND lunch!

The next morning I went out to see if I could catch a few action photos. What I got was this (mile 7):

Your guess is as good as mine...

My dad finished the race and I stole his medal so I could get a massage. Thanks, Dad!

Er, well...that's not actually true. I waited in line for a massage...I wanted a massage...I did run a little, I had a polypro shirt on. I looked like a runner. Minus the sandals. Anyway, I didn't do it. I felt bad taking the spot away from an actual runner. I also didn't want to have to chit chat about the race. "So, how did it go?" "It was great! Didn't even break a sweat...!"

My dad was so worn out I thought it was the perfect time to lure him to the Apple Store for this:
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am now the proud owner of a Macbook a wireless printer.

So, coming out next year?