our first dam race

Well, I crossed one item off my summer bucket list.

Last weekend, my sister-in-law and I ran the Teton Dam 5k race. It is an annual race held in remembrance of the Teton Dam collapse in 1976.

We almost decided against it the night before. You see, our curiosity got the best of us so we left the house with our robes, slippers, and contact-less eyes to find the route we would be running. It was quite a show. We would pull up to a street sign really close so we could squint and make out the letters, only to find that we were (yet again) on the wrong street. Meanwhile, we were hoping and praying that we wouldn't get pulled over because of what must have appeared to be drunk driving.

When we finally found the route, we were a bit stressed to realize that two miles of it was uphill. We fretted and worried and didn't sleep a wink all night. That way, we were nice and tired when we got up in the morning.

We had made a promise to ourselves to run the whole way, and we were glad we did. It was such a satisfying feeling to run across the finish line. We are looking forward to running many more--and longer--races in the summers to come.

Mostly, we're just happy to have a shirt on it that proves we finished the dam race. That's a big deal around here. Having dam written on your shirt.

What can I say? We're livin' in the bubble.