My parched, withered, fall-craving soul was revived a couple weeks ago: Jay and I flew to St. George for General Conference weekend. Every time we go home, I always promise myself I'm going to be more active and help out more. Every time we go home, I veg and eat. Seriously--that's all I do. It's disgusting and wonderful: I gained about 4 pounds in 4 days.
Jay, on the other hand, was very active this trip (at least for four hours and thirty-nine minutes of it)--he ran The Marathon.
We waited for him around mile marker 24 and cheered as he ran up to us. Having this freakishly tall, grinning, sweaty guy beeline straight for me was pretty exhilarating.
We hurried and drove to the end of the route, arriving just a couple minutes before Jay passed through. I cheered when they announced his name over the loudspeaker as he crossed the balloon-arched finish line.
Jay had injured his knees during training and wasn't able to get in the long runs he'd planned. He wasn't in as good of shape as he wanted to be, but he was still determined to run the race. He felt great until his knees started hurting around mile 11. It was a painful final 15 miles, but he made it.
After the race, my brother Steve helped stretch Jay's cramping legs while I provided shade. Looking at these pictures, you can almost feel the burn.
I thought he was crazy for sticking it out, but I was proud, too. Jay does hard things. He's an example to me.
We got to watch conference as a family up at my parents' cabin. Here's the menfolk all dressed up for the Priesthood session:
The weather was perfect and the colors were unbelievable. Here are some shots from the cabin's porch:
Autumn is by far my favorite season, and I have not experienced one in the three years I've lived in Texas. I die a little each year as October rolls by with no change in weather or foliage. And I sigh when, in February, the brown, long-dead leaves gradually stop clinging to their branches, leaving the sleeping trees half naked and patchy.
This one (below) was taken through an upstairs window. Gorgeous! I couldn't stop staring at these two trees the whole weekend.
We took a couple of panoramic shots from the porch. Jay's knees never did recover quite enough to tramp around in the woods, but we soaked it all in: the nippy fresh air, the occasional rains, the gorgeous colors, and the crisp scent of autumn.
Every time we go visit Utah it is hard to leave, but this time was particularly difficult. I thought Jay might have to drag me onto the airplane. San Antonio is slowly cooling off--we're finally out of the 90's most days! I'm naively hoping we'll have a couple of "sweater weather" days by next month...