Saturday morning came way too quickly, when me, Katie, Chel and Marcus had to head up the canyon for the half marathon. It was 26 degrees at the mouth of the canyon, and once we were up there we stood shivering in the shade for over an hour! It finally started and we were off, weaving in and out of 4,000 other crazies who do this for fun. Thanks to my running buddies who kept me from changing races and insisting I could do this, regardless of bad knees and not near enough preparation. 12 miles in I thought I might die, but one mile later I was across that finish line and so glad it was behind me!