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Moms Run Amok

Okay, so my crazy sister and her neighborhood mom friends decided to be Super Women. They trained like mad women and, this past weekend, ran the Red Rock Relay in Southern Utah. As a 12 woman team, they ran 178 miles, 36 legs, 8,000 ft. descent, from snow to sun.

They left the following at home:
12 husbands
46 children
12 fish
4 frogs
3 dogs
2 birds
2 guinea pigs
1 cat
1 hamster
1 gecko
1 snail

Don't freak out. It's just a Cabbage Patch doll

The one in the left is my sister of steel.

Jene in Snow's Canyon
Not my sister (although I'm thinking of adopting her)
Jene at Cedar Breaks

(One guinea pig died)

Comments

  1. FoursonsSeptember 7, 2009 at 2:20 PM

    Oh no! An animal was harmed in the making of this race! Bahahaha! Love this- women uniting for the good of each other. Awesome.

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  2. Jaime ThelerSeptember 7, 2009 at 3:23 PM

    Thanks for the shout out, Jene's sister. :) I was one of the moms amok and everyone did so awesome!

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  3. ChiefSeptember 7, 2009 at 6:39 PM

    Awesome~

    I think I saw the 46 kids running through my neighborhood naked though...I wondered what they were dragging behind them (must've been the guinea pig

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  4. The JensenitesSeptember 7, 2009 at 9:32 PM

    That is awesome!! We should get the ladies from our neighborhood and run.

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  5. Mamma ChristineSeptember 8, 2009 at 4:30 AM

    Whew! That's great, and looks like fun too!!

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  6. KathrynSeptember 8, 2009 at 7:49 AM

    That is awesome!!!

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  7. Transparent MamaSeptember 9, 2009 at 10:21 AM

    I love this! I would be all over that!

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  8. The MomSeptember 9, 2009 at 11:14 AM

    That is awesome! Love your new background!

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