I'm gonna keep it gold.

Easy peasy. Me and Kenz strollin in.

If you had told me 6 months ago that I would run a half marathon, I would have slapped you in the face and gagged a little bit. Running was gross. It was for "running people." I was an "ellipical person." However, Kenz and I made a goal in January that we would finish a half marathon hand in hand come May. It seemed so far away and far fetched at the time. We had just finished a goal that took weeks to finish--running a mile without stopping. Now we were going to do 13?

Me and Kenz decided that our first half marathon would be a party. Hand sequined matching outfits? Check. Matching playlists with greats such as Leslie and the Lys and Kanye? Check. Dance moves? Check. We danced and raised the roof at every opportunity. Each photo op was carefully planned and posed. It helped that the marathon was a little like a casual wine tasting. Gummy bears? Sure. Watermelon slice? Delicious! Would you like a sanitary hand wipe, ladies? Why yes, of course. This wasn't a run, this was a portable dance party on a first class flight. We saved so much energy and consumed so many calories along the way that we sprinted to the finish, with a major shout out from the announcer. ("look at these ladies bringing it home! Are you related?)

On another, completely opposite note, Jon decided to do the full marathon. He was excited to outdo me once again. After we had finished our race, and eaten our fill of jambas and creamies, we waited for him to finish. I finally see him coming in the distance, and he hardly responds to my cheers. I find him after sitting on the ground, looking pained. I was so excited and proud he finished! He responds, "I am never doing this again. This was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. Harder than my mission." Jon had ran about half of the 26.2 miles with monster blisters. I mean, he had huge blisters coming underneath his toenails on each foot, almost popping the nails off. So sick. Now he's doing better, but my dad has had a little crippled friend in California for the past few days. However, if you are going to be injured, do it right before a flight. Jon hopped in a wheelchair and we totally bypassed the security line. Suckas!

We had a lot of friends do this race as well, and they all did awesome. Thanks to Leslie for being my super dedicated runner friend who inspired me when times were tough. I'm so glad I was able to do it with Kenz--one of my most favorite twin moments so far.