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Yesterday morning I ran my first race since becoming a born-again runner. It was the Castle Rock Stake's 6K, and a great time was had by all that survived.

For those of you unfamiliar with running terms, 6K is short for 6 Klondikes. Back in the gold rush of the late 1800s a group of 100 unshaven, unbathed men headed towards California with one goal and one goal only; to create a new running race. Only six survived. Actually, all 100 survived, it's just that faced with the decision of either creating a new race or becoming millionaires, 94% followed the money.

There were about 40 of us at the race, including three streakers. I was surprised by the level of runners our stake has. Bro Pyfer, his wife and their nine-year-old son were there. Bro Washburn was there, too. I'm terrible with names, so I couldn't name another person that was there, but I do know the guy in the high council that always talks about baseball was the organizer. A young guy won the race. He just moved here from Vegas a few weeks ago.

I'm looking forward to my next race almost as much as Chanel was looking forward to the next Harry Potter. She was one of the devoted fans that bought the book at midnight, and she brought Julia with her so she could be exposed to the thrill and excitement that surrounds HP. She rushed home, blogged about the book-buying experience, then read until a crazy hour of the evening/morning. When I got home from my race this is what I found:

My exhausted readers. I love them.

I think that the Founders Ward Elders Quorum is the best quorum I have ever been in. Everyone is really excited to be a part of it. The lessons always have a lot of interaction. It's great to be a part of this quorum.

Today when we got home from church Julia put a pajama shirt on. Then she said to me, "Dad, I have to take my skirt off now, because people will think I'm a jama-pickin' girl. That would be so embarrassing." I used to love the fact that she didn't care about her hair and how it looked. Now she doesn't want to be associated with kids that select pajamas as their primary articles of clothing.

Back for real this time

Hello dear reader, if you still exist.

I'm back.

For real this time.

I'm going to actually post more than once a quarter.

And I'm going to write really interesting things.

Like this: this evening I helped a new family move into the ward. They were very well organized. I am considering awarding them the "Move of the Year" award. It's a coveted award, so I should probably wait until the end of the year. But they are on the short list.

I'm currently reading Bushman's biography on Joseph Smith. I am developing a deep respect for Joseph Smith and all that he did. The book is well-written. It gives accounts from both members and disbelievers, so I feel like I'm getting a thorough overview of who he really was, blemishes and all.

I haven't been running lately, and my body is fully aware. It's a little perturbed with me. I'll be running tonight around 10 if anyone wants to join me. I'll be the one in the short shorts and the tiny socks.

I wish my friend Dylan wore short shorts and tiny socks. He'd look so handsome.

That's about all for now. We have quite a few meetings to get ready for at work, so as long as I survive (in my mach 5) I'll post regularly.