Half-marathon

My biggest fear when I signed up to run the race was being sick on race day. Lo and behold, Murphy steps in. Two days before the race I'm hit with fever, chills, aches, coughing, headaches, the works! Thursday and Friday I spent most of my time in bed. Friday night I had a priesthood blessing. Saturday morning I woke up feeling great and decided to run the half.

The race itself was pretty great. I felt strong for the first 10 miles. I was thrilled when I saw my time for the 10K, I was right on pace! Pedro and the kids chased me around the course, I saw them at 3 different points cheering me on. All the volunteers there cheering helped me keep going...thank goodness for cheerleaders! Mile 11 and I hit my wall. I slowed down considerably and wondered if I would move faster if I walked. I kept running/shuffling until I got to the hill on mile 12. No way was I running that monster. The best part of the race was that finishing stretch. I saw my kids running towards me, and when they reached me they turned around and ran with me to the finishing line. Talk about support! I was thrilled when I saw my time. 2 hours, 40 minutes and 24 seconds. My goal was to be under 3 hours, but I was pretty certain that I was over 3 hours, so to be 20 minutes under was a great feeling.

As soon as I finished the race the sickies hit me again. It's a great testimony builder to me though. Without that priesthood blessing I know there was no way I could have participated in that race and done so well. Heavenly Father helped carry me through those 13 miles.

Thanks to everyone who supported me through the training process and the race.

*Pictures are on my facebook page...darn computer is being a pain*