So, last night we had a farewell dinner for our neighbors and dear friends the Christophersons. I made a vat of pasta. It was really good, but I totally overestimated the gluttony factor of our group. It kind of reminded me of Strega Nona, which if you weren’t read to as a child, is a storybook about an old lady who has a magic pot that makes pasta. And Big Anthony, town dunce, sneaks in and can get the pot to produce pasta, but he doesn’t know how to stop it! He floods the town with pasta, then as a punishment, he has to eat it all. Last night, I was Big Anthony. Please come eat my pasta, I can’t see my floor.
Anyway, the Extra Terrestrial 1/2 marathon was AWESOME. It was so much fun and I wasn’t even abducted by aliens. Running in the desert at midnight was a surreal experience. It was a full moon and the perfect temperature. I really really recommend this 1/2 or full marathon if you can get your little body to Rachel Nevada next year. It’s about a 6 hour drive from SLC. Yes, there was a six mile hill, but I just took it nice and slow, and pretended I had daggers on the bottom of my sneakers and that with every step I was stabbing the hell out of the hill. It make the experience a lot more fun, as well as violent.
It wasn’t my fastest half marathon, but it was by far the coolest. We finished at the Lil’Ale’Inn, and had a pancake breakfast, and if there’s one thing I like more than pasta, it’s pancakes. Which is why I fail so miserably at Southbeach.
And so, in one post, ladies and gentlemen, I have seamlessly woven a tapestry of carbohydrates, pasta to pancakes, and still informed you of two slightly noteworthy events. Is she talented? You betcha.