Rehoboth Beach Marathon (Delaware)

This marathon was a 10 in the marathon world...More about the marathon later...Arriving in Philadelphia on Thursday the 9th of December was like arriving in SIBERIA...The days light was almost gone and I needed to pick up my friend Nicholas at a bus station in the middle of Phily...The flight was uneventful other that I listened to Chinese pod with a kind gentleman from Phily who was a toxologist...He had been in SLC for a business meeting. It was very interesting listening to how he began studying Mandarin..
I wasn't expecting the traffic to be so congested...It took me longer than expected to pick up Nicholas when I finally arrived at the station, and finally connected it was a welcome reunion..We toured the station which was a hub to many East coast commuters..Unique architecture with large marble columns is what I remember...
After greeting each other we left for Nicholas' niece Leah's home in the middle of Phily...We found the house without too much difficulty, greeting 2 darling, educated girls that were very hospitable to graciously open their doors to and let us spend the night. After meeting Leah and Lauren and getting settled we went to an Indian restaurant which was yummy! I had chickpeas w a spicy red sauce over the top...MMMM, is all I can say. All of the food we ordered was incredible after sampling each....Lauren and Leah then took us to buy Gelato..I wasn't too excited about this since we were already in Siberia freezing to death, but when we arrived at the shop, it was warm inside and the varieties of Gelato were not to be missed...Orange Cardamon, Rosemary Goat Milk, Kiwi, Grape, Walnut, of course I had to taste them all... They let you sample as many as you liked...Nicholas and I settled on Kiwi...Yummy! Better than Frozen Yogurt! Later that night after conversing with our hostesses I slept on their couch in a nice warm sleeping bag Nicholas had packed so toasty. Their house was cold and drafty since it was old...Little mice were nibbling through everything including Nicholas' candy I had made for him...Leah and Lauren were renovating the house, and it was incredible to see what they had accomplished since purchasing...Hard worker and IKEA...
The next morning we packed up after breakfast (Nicholas had to pack up a huge backpack he brought since he thought we might be camping outside) and started our journey to the US mint...I wanted to get some more coins for Andrew's collection...After a few near death driving adventures going down a one way street, running red lights etc., Nicholas was not in a very good mood...Anyway we made it to the mint, found the state quarters and special collections I had come for, and then Nicholas wanted a tour...The mint is across the street from Benjamin Franklin's gravesite...Needless to say our time ran out on the parking meter and we were ticketed by the nimble parking police. Did you know that these zippy parking elves have radar sensitive ears that know immediately when the time is up on the meter. We were ticketed in less than 5 minutes...TOURIST'S BEWARE! I refused to pay the ticket so Nicholas did!
After an intense discussion on payment of the ticket, we left for Rehoboth...What an adventure we had getting to Rehoboth...I had just purchased a new TOM TOM on black friday...IT WAS HORRIBLE! It's coordinates were off and it sent us to infinity and beyond! Anyway we made it to Rehoboth taking the long boat to China route...I was able to find food along the road and everything worked out fine...It wasn't too difficult finding race headquarters and the bright side of all the wrong turns trying to get to rehoboth was that is was warmer!!!! YES!!!!! I felt more confident about the race. The RD's were kind, knowledgable and well organized...The town was like Mayberry...It was charming to say the least...Nicholas ate at the restaurant that was advertised as the all you can eat pasta feast, which was next door to the race headquarters. Nicholas indulged on the pasta, but I needed to be careful...My tummy wasn't feeling good...HOWEVER...I met many good friends in the restaurant and became acquainted with new friend...Dave Bell, and Mama Jean to mention a few....Dave Bell is respectful of my decision to honor the sabbath and not run...He is a good man... Nicholas is unique in being able to find new friends and include them wherever he may go...A GREAT MISSIONARY!...He had already invited a runner from Colorado, Dave to eat with us...We had a very enjoyable time learning about him and his racing career...After Dinner Nicholas and I took a walk on the beach lighted with Christmas...What a different yet unique memory at Christmas...The sound of the waves ebb and tide, the smell of the ocean, the feel of the sand walking in winter boots, the site of the Christmas lights on the beach and buildings and last of all the touch of someone special. Overwhelming to my senses...Knowing it was getting late we knew we needed to find our campsite or housing for the night....I spotted a hotel that was only $45, so instead of camping we took a room...It was the best investment I ever made...I was able to get to sleep fast and was WARM! The next morning I was able to stay warm inside the hotel, not a car until the race started....It started at the cutest bandstand you ever saw...Right in the middle of town...I arrived, and only had to stand about 15minutes before the race started...I should have used the porta potty...I knew I would be in trouble since I didn't do a good job eliminating my bowels that morning...THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER WAS SUNG beautifully by a soprano voice, then the gun went off...I was on the way (cold albeit), to my 36th state marathon....The course started out great, I found I could breath easy at sea level...I picked up my pace and started to cruise...I started to warm up and increased my pace passing many quaint beach homes on the way. One enjoyable part of the race was a dirt trail...It was right in the middle and was it a pleasing site for my feet...The scenery of the course was always changing and I never became bored with it...I loved running in the State Park close to the ocean it was beautiful...My hands had 2 hand warmers in each, but were still cold. Thank goodness we didn't have wind! The course was hilly but not hard, just enough to slow you down a little and rev you back up...At about mile 13 1/2 way through my stomach started to cramp... I knew I was in trouble...By mile 17, I had to use the porta potty...I was loosing time running slower because of the cramping...I should have stayed a little longer in the porta potty, because before mile 19, I had to go to the bushes without toilet paper for another bout of diarrhea....OWIE...Running the next 7 miles was painful, not to mention the chaffing I had to endure after the marathon for several days...OPEN SORES, for several days...This was the worst! My pace slowed traumatically but I still finished in 3:42...Just think if I would have been able to keep the same pace the last 10 miles...WOW, PR for sure!...The medal was a red and white life preserver that had the name of the race on it...Very cute! The shirt was a white short sleeved tech shirt...Last year's was better, I bought a large with long sleeves, but the food was outstanding....A potpourri of hot good food....I couldn't partake because of stomach problems, but I made a plate for Nicholas...
The massage line was slow but felt good...Afterwards I was able to go back to the hotel for a hot bath! I came in and was freezing after cooling down from the run so this was what I enjoyed most. A post race luxury that I never get to experience sleeping in the car! I loved this race and would like to run it again...We left shortly after I bathed and took in some scenic routes on the way back to PHILY, including trying to find a TCBY in the middle of a cul de sac...Needless to say the TOM TOM went back to Walmart! e stayed overnight in the airport parking and had an eventful early morning to say the least! RAIN, CONFUSION AND CONTENTION, not my idea of a tender parting or start of a sabbath...I barely made it to my flight but was thankful I was on my way back to UTAH...The missionary experiences I had were: Talking with the toxologist on the plane, the many friends I met in the restaurant and on the road, and my special friends Leah and Lauren....I hope they felt my spirit...When I met these girls I came to a profound knowledge that they are loved by a kind, wonderful Heavenly Father and his son, their elder brother Jesus Christ...I felt that love they have for these 2 beautiful girl and realized once again it doesn't matter the size, shape, gender, sin or color one is, we are all loved by our Heavenly Father and our elder brother Jesus Christ...WE ARE ALL CHILDREN OF GOD.... He made this known very clear to me with the love I felt for each girl... I love this gospel, I love my Savior and my Heavenly Father...On the last leg of each marathon, I chant over and over again special covenants I have made with my Heavenly Father in the Holy Temples I visit...This gives me strength to finish each marathon with power...POWER IN THE PRIESTHOOD! I love this church, it is the true church of JESUS CHRIST!

Midsouth (Wynne) Arkansas Marathon

Hartford Connecticut Marathon

EAST HAMPTONS.... New York?

Yes, I've just completed my 33rd state or 34th if you count Washington DC. This was a maniac run believe me. I flew out Friday at 9am courtesy of Southwest Airlines. Jake took me to the airport, and I told him when he left I probably should have made out a will. Little did I know how scary it would be. When I got in the terminal they said high winds and rain wouldn't let planes land in Laguardia. I thought yes but by the time I arrive in Chicago it should be good. RIGHT! I put the tent up at Laguardia, and stayed there about 8.5 hours because all the flights were delayed. I prayed like crazy that I would have a chance to run the next morning. At 8:50 our flight left Midway in Chicago. I knew that I would be driving into the wee morning hours to make it to East Hamptons which is on the very East tip of Long Island. We arrived in Laguardia at 11:45 just enough time to secure my rental car. I left my GPS in Ruby, my car at home, so I had to rent one. EXPENSIVE is all I can say. I got out of Laguardia thank goodness for the GPS and found myself racing to beat the estimated time of 2AM on the GPS. Through the traffic, and windy roads, chasing a gorgeous crescent moon (I thought it was an eon sign until I was in the open enough to realize it was the moon) I arrived at Spring elementary school at 1:40AM. Well I couldn't sleep because I was full of adrenaline, so I just laid the seat back in the car and listened to the acorns drop on the car. That really scared me at first, but then I realized what was happening and my fear was dulled. I finally got to sleep around 3am, and woke up at 5:30 to be the first in line to pick up my race packet at 6am. They probably thought I was loony. I walk into the gym and asked where the beach was that we started at. Little did I realize we started and finished at the school. WHEW that was one obstacle out of the way. I needed a porta potty, couldn't find one anywhere finally ending up running through the school because of all the Gogi berries I had eaten through the nights journey. I barely made it to a bathroom. Whew, 2nd obstacle complete. Then I prepared for the race. I ate some Cliff bars, drank some water and waited for the race to start at 8AM. It was a beautiful morning. A cool breeze coming off the Atlantic. Sun high in the sky when we started. The race took us up and down windy foliage filled hills of Amagascott, East Hamptons and I think even South Hamptons. We ran along the Atlantic coast at times taking in the smell of the ocean.... INCREDIBLE... It was gorgeous to say the least. Yes I was tired, but the low altitude and beautiful scenery lulled me into believing I was a fast runner. My left foot hurt, and I had to adjust the shoe and sock several times, and then the Gogi berries made me stop one time, but other than the few stops I made, my time was pretty impressive 3:53. I could have had some seconds added on, but I can't remember. I am the Grand Master Champion once again however!!!! Afterward I filled up on ZICO coconut water which I now crave 24/7, bananas, and nuts. There was a post party at the Stephen Talk house that was a drinking party basically. I went to get my award which I come to find out after sitting there for about 30 minutes, will be sent home to me... The party had a ton of food, but I felt very uncomfortable since everyone was drinking, so I left went to the library and watched GENERAL CONFERENCE... I felt better instantly... No horrible pains anywhere, the medal and shirt were nice, but the goodies in the goodies bag were incredible. Beach towel, flip flops. beanie, head band, bags etc. WOW! THE THING THAT CARRIED ME THROUGH THE LAST MILES OF THE RUN WAS CHANTING ANDREW, MY TEMPLE TOKEN'S AND POWER IN THE PRIESTHOOD. When the announcer announced I was the Master Champion from Utah, a young couple came to the finish line and said we are from Utah too, but now live here. All I could say was POWER IN THE PRIESTHOOD! They said YES, and gave me a high five! Heavenly Father loves me and wants me to succeed, this I know...I give all glory to him and my brother Jesus Christ,
my Savior, Chosen Leader and Friend! I am now cruisin' through the islands here in New York. I just came from Sag Harbor, Shelter Island and am now at Greenpoint New York. I'm going to the Orient Point right now. Montoque was beautiful. The fisherman and lighthouse is a highlight of the journey. The poch shops in East Hamptons, and Sag are quaint yet expensive. Now to be ready to run Hartford Saturday.... Power in the Priesthood be with me...

DISCOVERY TRAIL MARATHON...Colorado Springs Co.

GRIZZLY MARATHON?

THE GREAT CRANBERRY ISLES ULTRA!!!

DO YOU HAVE THE MISSIONARY SPIRIT?

1. DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE THE SPIRIT WITH YOU? THAT MEANS ATTEND SACRAMENT MEETING TO RENEW YOUR COVENANTS.
2. DO YOU GIVE SERVICE TO OTHERS?
3. DO YOU FULFILL CALLINGS?
4. DO YOU PLAN CHURCH ACTIVITIES WITH AN EYE TO MISSIONARY WORK?
5. DO YOU OPEN YOUR HOME TO FIRESIDES FOR NONMEMBERS?
6. DO YOU COME PREPARED FOR MEETINGS OR TEACHING ASSIGNMENTS? DO YOU READ YOUR LESSONS BEFORE MEETING?
7. DO YOU SMILE OR SPEAK TO NEW PEOPLE AT CHURCH?
8. DO YOU GO TO ALL BAPTISMS AND FELLOWSHIP NEW MEMBERS?
9. DO YOU PRAY FOR THE MISSIONARY EFFORT?
ARE YOU PREPARING FOR YOUR OWN MISSION? LEARNING A NEW LANGUAGE, STUDYING SCRIPTURES, READING PREACH MY GOSPEL
10.HAVE YOU WRITTEN YOUR TESTIMONY IN A BOOK OF MORMON AND SENT IT TO A MISSIONARY?
11. HAVE YOU INVITED MISSIONARIES OVER TO DINNER?
12. DO YOU BEAR YOUR TESTIMONY OFTEN?
13. DO YOU DONATE TO THE MISSIONARY FUND?
14. DO YOU SEEK FOR PERSONAL RIGHTEOUSNESS?
15. DO YOU SHARE YOUR YOUR MISSIONARIES EXPERIENCES, WRITE TO HIS COMPANIONS FAMILY THANKING THEM FOR THEIR GREAT SON OR KEEP A JOURNAL?

FREEBORN AMERICAN.....

Hatfield McCoy Marathon West Virginia

Before running this marathon, I did a little research on the area that I would run. I read the book Night Falls On The Cumberland. A man on a flight back from Louisville recommended the read. This man lived in Littleton Co, and ran the half at the Derby. He was in the same ward as Don and Sheri Peterson. Small world! He actually lived in Kentucky before moving to Colorado. He told me it was a depressed part of the country. Poorest county in the country. After reading the book, and finding out where the mountain people came from, who they intermarried with and how the cole mining executives tricked them into risking their personal safety for the all mighty dollar having them spend their money in the mining companies commissaries no wonder their poor. A psychiatrist who was waiting in line at Walmart with me at Pikeville explained why the checkout lines were so long, like after Thanksgiving in Utah. He said the people can't pass drug tests to become employed. He continued to say that the Holler Doctors prescribe oxycotin to the people here, granted he says they truly are in pain, and since they are not strict with regulations, the doc can continue to write out the RX's for a small fee. SAD!!! 40 percent of the houses are substandard, I wouldn't dare walk into one. No building codes for safety. The scary homes are the ones built in the hollers some resting on cinderblocks leaning into creaks, or crooked nailed up boards or trailer houses sitting right next to the mountains. In inner city WIlliamson, you can actually see the old mining homes and how the cole mine execs built it up several years ago. They are the homes with no screens or doors, roofs in repair, and filth everywhere from the cole dust and human litter. A train carrying cole ran all night through the city which enabled me to get any sleep. The screeching of metal on metal the train made was a hideous sound that ran almost all through the night. Between the train screeching, domestic fighting, and the hot humid night, sleep was impossible. I was tired when I woke up to run. Should have taken the lady up on the offer to sleep in her house when I was registering for the race the night before.
I started my morning with two bananas, and water. I tried to fall back to sleep after dressing. A group of us caught the bus in town to arrive in Goody to start the race. After hanging out at the local market for a few hours and talking with several nice people from Florida and Kentucky, and using the potty more than my fair share of times, the race was about to begin. David Hatifield the RD explained the course. I was on team McCoy and they began their running feud after a beautiful prayer imparted by David. He even prayed for himself to get through the day of being a RD. At the start my legs were lethargic because of the high heat and humidity. My muscles felt sticky and tired. I knew this was going to be a long, hard race. After running into the race about 4 miles, we heard thunder quite close, and then buckets of rain poured on us. It felt so good. My running shoes became slosh, but still it felt sooooo good. Quite honestly, I believe the rain saved me on this run. A tender mercy of the Lord.
The course was gorgeous, I mean it. It was green with the unique foliage. Unfortunately too much litter lined this beautiful run along creek beds and roadway. I tried not to add to that by dropping cups in garbage cans. The course was hilly with a hill around mile 7, that I ended up walking. SMART MOVE, because I ended up passing up everyone on the last six that kicked my bottom up the hill. The hill was a about a mile long, but a gradual hill for at least 2 miles before. We ran around all the Hatfield and McCoy feuding landmarks and houses of the clan. At the McCoy house a big tall white house adjacent to the Hatfield McCoy park, there were about 5 woman cheering us on and asking where we were from. Very Fun moment on the course. Most of the residence in the city just sat in their rocking chairs on the porches and would wave if you waved to them first and said good morning. They were very shy to say the least. The people who manned the water stops were incredibly kind. They were cute as well. One young girl was pregnant and she wore a sign that said Barefoot and Pregnant while passing out the water. I had a burst of adrenaline at about mile 16 when a dog came out of no where and tried to get me. I SCREAMED so loud I scared him off. Through sweltering humid heat resulting in thunderous spots of drenching rain, over holler and dale and last but not least over the dreaded swinging bridge, I finished this marathon 1st place in my age division with a time of 4:09:46. I would like to run this race again for the challenge and the people. MISSIONARY MOMENTS: After shop hopping through 10 different quilt shops through West Virginia and buying a different panel to sew into a West Virginia quilt that was displayed, I was able to tell many people I was from Utah. THEY WERE SHOCKED I CAME ALL THE WAY FROM UTAH TO VISIT THEIR QUILT SHOP HOP! I had to tell them I was really there for the marathon! Some great conversations were started and friendships unfolded when telling these cute gals about Utah. On the plane way to Louisville, I had a great conversation with a girl about the church. She had been living with her boyfriend, and wanted to make a break hoping to be selected in a new position at a Texas Roadhouse. She said she had learned her lesson about shacking up. I told her about our church and our moral code as nice as I could without hurting her feelings. I had another great conversation about the church with a man flying out of Louisville going to Oklahoma. He had been training Islam citizens how to shoot guns. He had to stay in a secured compound for 4 months at a time. He said one of his fellow trainers was LDS and he loved this man. My conversation was just one more seed planted for this man, even though he ordered a whisky and coke for his refreshment. On Sunday morning following the marathon I greeted the missionaries (one from Washington and the other from California) at the Pikeville branch, (this branch looked like a toy church), where I attended their meetings. President Stump who was married to a Korean and his cute little family of 5 boys, was very kind. Originally from SLC, his wife clearly did not like living there. She tried to get me to move to Pikeville. No chance, this place was great to visit, but not for a long term residence. An elderly sister I talked to at this branch told me of her her Grandmammies conversion. Two missionaries were caught by a storm in her Grandmammies holler. Having no place to go, they asked her Grandmammie if they could stay. She consented if they did chores to pay for their board. She said her Grandmammie learned alot from these fine missionaries while they lived with her and she can still remember the words her Grandmammie said "I was like a frog leapin' from stone to stone until I finally found the truth". Her posterity has never drifted from the church, as I testified of this sitting next to her 95 year old Granddaughter in a branch of no more than 35 people that were present that warm humid Sunday morn. I LOVE THIS CHURCH! TOURIST SITES I visited: New River Gorge Bridge, Cumberland Gap, Frankfort, Charleston (the state capitol museum and quilt show), Buckhannnon, Elkins, Harrisville, Parkersburg, Beckley and Hunington!

Bayshore Marathon Traverse City Michigan

What can I say about this marathon than WOW!!! Michigan is a well kept secret in Utah communities. Everyone just thinks of Detroit. Murder capitol of the world, dirty, impoverished etc. Well this is not true about the West Coast. Unfortunately because I flew into Grand Rapids, I never made it over to the temple in Detroit. Everyone told me how ugly it was in Detroit and Mom told me how scary it was, so I opted out of the adventure. Plus where I was was drop dead gorgeous. Beautiful blue water lined every water outlet. Clean and safe. I went to Mackinac Island. No cars are allowed on this island, so I ferried across to the island with a bunch of Knights of Columbus. They have their annual meeting every memorial day at the island at the Grand Hotel. I told them I was from Utah, they didn't have much to talk to me about after informing them of this. I told them the LDS people loved the Catholic people. I didn't make any headway with this statement! The Island was charming! Horse and carriage or buggy transported luggage and people to their different destinations. Most were going to the Grand Hotel. This hotel is famous because not only is it gorgeous, it was also the place where they filmed Somewhere In Time with Jane Seymour and Christopher Reeves. The weather had been unusually warm and so the lilacs were in full bloom even though the lilac fest wasn't for 2 more weeks. LUCKY ME! I rented a bike and even though I had a sore knee that I was recently healing from having stitches resulting in a staff infection, I decided to tour the island. THIS WAS SO FUN! I enjoyed circling the entire island with the wind in my face and the waves breaking in my ear. THe beauty of the trees in full bloom along with the other natural beauties of this island was another testament to me of how much Heavenly Father loves me. Utah has been so cold, we haven't had a Spring so this was incredibly welcome. After returning from my bike ride, I went through the several shops and then rested in the library. I ate lunch in their park while I listened to the cannons fire in the background from fort Mackinac. I ferried back to Mackinaw city where I got my first taste of Smoked White Fish. Some fellow travelers told me about this delectable food only found in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. OH MY HECK! I ate the whole fish, which was not very smart since it had so much sodium in it. The next morning I woke up and felt like a swollen flounder! My knee looked bad the day before after biking, so I decided to rest my leg all day before the marathon the next morning. I was worried since the wound hadn't closed yet, and I hadn't been able to run more than 10 miles without pain. This was indeed a TENDER MERCY OF THE LORD MARATHON. I stayed overnight in the darling city of Charlevoix. The day before I arrived the town people had all gotten together for an annual party and planted petunias up and down their main street for about 2 miles welcoming people into their city. There is also a cute little draw bridge on their main street that goes up every half hour letting sail boats out of into the harbor. This is where you can catch a boat to go to Beaver Island. This is an Island where all the town people said lived a MORMON KING. I was very interested in this piece of information, so I investigated this story. Sure enough this king broke off from the church when Joseph Smith died. He didn't want to follow Brigham Young, so he started his own group. He eventually ran off every gentile from the island. He became a congressman and got the US government to install a lighthouse on the island. Eventually he even had his own people hate him, and one of his followers shot him. He eventually died from this wound. There is a marathon on Beaver Island. This is on my bucket list to do. More information about him later. I ate another smoked white fish for breakfast resulting in more floundering. I was full of water. I kept drinking 24/7 to flush the sodium out of my system. I picked up my packet and worried about the race in Traverse City. I didn't know how my knee would react. After a restless sleep, I woke up to prepare for the run. The run was on a trail that followed lake michigan for 13.1 miles. The coarse then turned around and came home. The trail had rolling hills, but was drop dead gorgeous. I took it really slow until mile 20, then I poured it on. My finish time was 3:56:44. I placed 4th in my age division with a bumb knee. I could feel it when I finished, but I babied it big time, and I'll watch it to make sure the infection doesn't go up my leg again. I never like the congestion of a half marathon being run with a marathon, but it wasn't too bad. They had cherry juice for an post race treat and a few other goodies. Everything about the race was fantastic. I love small home town marathons. Missionary moments: Telling everyone on the coarse about my wrapped knee! How two weeks prior to the marathon I had stitches with a red line almost to my groin filled with staff infection. I told them the story of the Indian Medicine Woman, and her miracle salve. I even told a few that her name came to me after intense prayer and going to the temple. Everyone was awed! This was truly a miracle marathon. The Lord has blessed me indeed! I know he wants us to have joy on this earth! After the marathon I traveled through the west coast to the most darling cities I have every seen. Fish town was one of these cities. Of coarse I got enough smoked white fish to take home for everyone to try! Cherry trees were everywhere through this beautiful countryside, I wished they would have been ripe! I quilt shop hopped through some of these cities finding material for Suzanne to make a quart jar vegetable and fruit quilt in memory of this state. The next morning I went back to Grand Rapids and attended church with a very forward single man that wanted me to sit by him. I was nice to him, but not too nice. The missionaries were there and I introduced myself to them. They had a good sized congregation there. All is alive and well in Michigan. I WILL TRAVEL HERE AGAIN!

Kentucky Derby Marathon Kentucky

National Marathon Washington DC

Post Oak Lodge Marathon Oklahoma

Baton Rouge Beach Marathon Louisiana

Monumental Marathon Indianapolis, Indiana

Bristol New Hampshire Marathon

Heart of America Marathon Columbia Missouri

Grandfather Mountain Marathon Boone North Carolina

Marathon to Marathon Iowa

Brookings Marathon North Dakota

Shiprock Marathon New Mexico

Kanapolis State Park Ultra Kansas

Snickers Marathon Georgia

Myrtle Beach Marathon

Jackson, Mississippi Marathon

Kingswood, Texas Marathon

Valley Of Fire Marathon