half marathon 2.0 edition

I've been hunting down these pictures and just found them this morning....otherwise I would have posted them with the mega half-marathon post.

A few people have asked me what Josh did during the 2.5 hours that I was running on Saturday morning. After I kindly remind them that I was actually running for 2 hours and 24 minutes and not 2 hours and 30 minutes, I like to show them the following pictures.

After Josh and Jack passed me on mile 4 of the race they apparently got into a little traffic jam. They were stuck, but also didn't really know where they were in relation to the finish-line. So they did what any normal guy would do: ditched the car on the side of the road and followed their internal GPS to the finish line. Didn't matter than they didn't know where they were. Didn't matter that they parked in someone's yard. Didn't matter that they had no idea where the finish line was.

So what exactly did matter? Deciding who was the fastest power walker:

Josh has always considered himself an excellent power-walker. If the whole Young Life thing doesn't work out, I seriously think he might consider training for the Olympics.

After the power-walking race was over (the guys never revealed the winner) they were faced with a problem. An eight-foot-high-covered-in-ivy-this-is-what-happens-when-you-listen-to-your-internal-gps kind of problem. This, my friends, is what I like to call Exhibit A. Not only did these hooligans run though some of the prettiest backyards in the SouthPark area, but they also climbed a brick wall and photo-document it.

I don't ever want to hear Josh say that he's bored. Clearly he has no problem entertaining himself and creating enough fun for several people.

I do have to admit that these guys have an incredible sense of direction. And while it did involve loads of trespassing, they were able to make it to the finish line of the race. Did I mention that they were actually 1.4 miles from the finish line when they started? The mind boggles at these kinds of things.....my husband can never find the laundry basket to put away his dirty clothes, but put him in the middle of an urban jungle and he will be able to racewalk and brickwall-climb his way to the final destination.