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We just came home from a church beach party celebrating Pioneer Day, July 24. That’s the day the Mormon pioneers, led by Brigham Young, arrived in the Salt Lake Valley in 1847.

We, as modern day pioneers enjoyed a feast of fried chicken, various salads, watermelon, rolls, freshly steamed salt-water corn, and s’mores while participating in 3-legged races, ocean play, and watching video clips from our Memorial Day sprint triathlon. A good time was had by all.

When I think about all that the pioneers had to endure, I sometimes wonder about my aches and pains.  Could I have made the 1200 mile journey? 

I spent several hours at the beach and feel a little stiff and achy from being out in the wind and cold.  Would I have been able to continue the journey in spite of the wind, snow, and continuous fatigue? 

These are questions I am glad I don’t have to answer.  Tonight as I think about this, I am grateful that I am a pioneer for fibromyalgia awareness in 2008, rather than a pioneer seeking religious freedom in the 1840s.

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