Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Race Day :)

The day all started out when I woke up so mad at my dad. I had just dreamed that me and him were running the half marathon and we were killing it, basically the easiest thing of my life. My goal was to be under two hours and I was going to make that goal no problem, until my dad decided he wanted to stop and look at a freaking garden.... yes, a garden. We crossed the finish line at 2:00:09! I was so mad! 

My alarm woke me up at 4:00 am, and then again at 4:05 am, and then one more time at 4:10 am. Good thing I had to be at Kellie's house at 4:20. I made it over there at 4:25 am and we headed to the high school. I still could not believe how fast 13 weeks went. Race Day was finally here. I was feeling so confident and ready to just kill the race! Little did I know it wanted to kill me as well.

The race started and the first 2-3 miles are always the worst, trying to get into your groove and all numbed up. Once we hit that 3 mile marker it was smooth sailing down the canyon. We were booking it! Our fastest time ended up being around a 6 minute mile... we probably should have done some high elevation training as well. I was feeling great though. Downhill is my friend. Out of the canyon our family was there cheering us on, and that was so great. I was now at mile 7! wooohooo! I was so excited... but that excitement only lasted about a minute when I realized we were now going into rolling hills and that I was starting to feel my legs again. The more tired my legs got, the more work I had to do and the less I could breathe. Now all I could think was.... Shiz, I still have 5 miles to go! I kept going though.

We were met by family again just behind Lone Peak High School. I had now fallen pretty far behind everyone except Scott, but I wasn't so concerned about time anymore... I just wanted to finish without dying.  Scott caught me at Mile 10 and we decided to work together... well more like scott dragging me along trying to make me do something. My legs were done. Mile 10 was the longest mile of my life. I NOW WANTED TO DIE. Granted my longest run I have ever done in my life was an 8.5.... hmmmmm. Anyways scott pushed me and even though it was two miles of walk/run/walk/run, I was making it through.

My legs hurt and didn't want to go anymore. The sun was in my eyes. My body was simply exhausted, but I saw that finish line and finished strong. My family all there cheering for me. I can't even tell you how happy I was crossing that finish line. 13 weeks earlier I could barely run a mile without wanting to die... and now I had completed 13.1. My time was 2:14:00 which is not bad at all. This was one of the hardest things I have ever done and I couldn't have been happier that I stuck to it and accomplished one of my biggest goals. 

I freaking love my family and all the support they give to me! Thanks all of you! You are the best! :)

1 comment:

Beka said...

finishing your first race is so emotional! My first race (long distance) was an oddly spiritual experience. Weird, but true. I am so proud of you for doing this! We should do your next half together! Ps. your time is great! My first race I finished with a time of 2:18. My goal is to get it until 2 hours. I have to shave of 5 minutes :S