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 bit...plus, 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 Pro...plus a wireless printer.
So, Dad...you coming out next year?
