Look, in Utah everyone drives a minivan or SUV with race stickers plastered across the back window. "13.1" and "26.2" and "Ragnar" and the like. I like to interpret things this way: our extracurricular activities are limited since there's not a lot of alcohol consumption going on so we take up running instead. Also, we are unnaturally competitive in this state. Oh you only have two kids? I have three, it's so much harder than two. My kids only watch t.v. for 30 minutes a day and it's only PBS. We only have Netflix and they have to earn their t.v. time by doing acts of service for the neighbors. You nursed your baby for 5 months? I nursed mine exclusively for 2 years, breast is best you know. My son taught himself to read by studying the scriptures every morning and now he's fluent in Mandarin and has the Gettysburg address memorized. I ran 10 miles this morning, for funsies! And then I came home and made my family gluten free waffles and cleaned my whole house with a q-tip, all before 10 am. And that's sort of how it goes.
I've never had any aspirations of becoming a "runner" and I use that term loosely. I've always been athletic and active, sure. But running has never been my jam. I used to skip out on long runs during track season in high school and go to a friend's house for a snack instead, and I'd cry and argue with my coaches when they wanted me to run any further than a 100 meter dash. I'm going to go ahead and call myself lazy because that's really what it boiled down to. Anyway, I ran my first 5k a few months after I got married and did a few more here and there. 3 miles was plenty far. The only reason I'd ever run further (farther?) is if a bear were chasing me or a tornado or something.
But then I had another baby. And I was feeling pretty sads about my postpartum bod because even though I'd worked out the entirety of my pregnancy, the scale wasn't budging much. And yo, it was starting to mess with my head. So my sister says, "run a half-marathon with me!" and I'm like "okay!". So I signed up and printed off a training schedule, and I started running AND IT SUCKED. I was mad. I complained a lot to everyone about why did I play $80 to run 13.1 miles because that is no kind of logic. I got freaked because it didn't seem to be getting any easier and I was suffering through these miles, straight suffering. And then one day, it wasn't so hard, one recent day, maybe in the last 4-5 weeks of training even. I did 6 miles, and then I pushed a stupid double jogger uphill halfway for 7, and then I ran 8 on a dumb treadmill because it was pouring rain outside, and then 8 again outside and it was beautiful! And then my sister joined me for 9, and then we pounded out 10 a week later and I thought, HOLY SHIZZ I CAN DO THIS, and I was pumped.
So yeah, Saturday morning my sis stayed over and we woke up at 3:50 am, got on a bus at 4:30 am which eventually broke down halfway up the canyon, so we got on another bus and then it was go time.
Guys, we crushed it. Even though I felt like dying the last 2 miles, I can't wait to do another. I had a baby 9 months ago! I ran a half-marathon! Running with my sis was magic, she is my unicorn running partner and I'm not sure I can ever run a distance like that without her. Hitting the straightaway to the finish line was pretty much one of the top 10 moments of my life, it made me so high guys, I totally get it now.
We finished in 2:02:58, about 8 min faster than I'd hoped for. I was pleased as punch with that time, until I was pissed we didn't get it under 2:00. Next time, sis. Next time.
it says "find your happy pace"
I sure like those lady friends
Codi looks like a champion here, I look like I need an ambulance.
Really? I was just thinking "don't poop yourself!"
Our dad woke up at the crack of dawn to drive up and cheer us on because he is a tender old dude.
He and Paul were at mile 9 and at the finish and cheered us down the final stretch.
Not gonna lie, totally made me cry.
This is the pic he took to send to my mom because she had to go to a funeral and couldn't come.
We sure made that race our bitch.
and I still refuse to put a dumb sticker on the back of my car
unless that sticker says "I run for donuts", because I support that