Running is like watching Everybody Loves Raymond.

Now that I love running, I see billboards for races everywhere. All kinds of races, in all kinds of places. And I want to run all of them. It's like when I learned the word "sycophant," and then I watched an episode of Everybody Loves Raymond, and someone said it. And I knew, I knew, what it meant.

Speaking of races--on Friday, I picked up my race packet for the the Leprechaun Lope. Here is your current picture, Evan. Also, it was taken by someone much taller than I, so I look more squat than I think I am. :P

On Saturday (St. Patrick's Day), I ran the Leprechaun Lope in Salt Lake City. Way fun. Saw my friend Robby. He served his mission in Ireland, you know. He is very unprepared for this picture, but it's my blog, so I'm the one who needs to look attractive, and this was the best one of me.

Looking so darn confident and lucky. 10 points if you can find the leprechaun (not me).

Clearly, I am missing some great speech going on by the State Capitol in the background.

After the race started, I was happily jogging away for a few minutes, when I realized I hadn't crossed over the silly pads at the starting line that start the chip timing. Somehow, I had missed them because I am so blonde sometimes, and I was horrified for most of the race, because I thought I wouldn't have a recorded time. But then it was okay, because I got an email with the official results, and I was on there, so I guess I was close enough to the pads. Whatever.

Like weird. I honestly don't know how it works. 

I finished in 1:04:48.5

The end.

Also, these are the coolest pictures of the race that I stole off the internet. I don't know who he is, but he is kind of awesome.