In September my sister Cathrine ran a whole marathon. She has done a lot of them, including the one in Boston.   She was less than a mile away from the finish line when the bomb went off in Boston.  Here she is running the Top of Utah one. Me and Dad went and watched her.  It was fun.

Isn't she one pretty girl?

She didn't feel so good for a little while after she finished.

We had to walk a mile from our parking to see my sister run the marathon.  It was hard for me and my Dad. I think we might drink too much soda.  On our way we walked by the temple.  I want to get married there some day but my family tells me I need to start going to church, be baptized and find a woman.  Maybe I'll wait a bit.