i have some co-workers who are becoming runners, and the talk at the office turns to running pretty often these days. a group of us ran running with ed earlier this year in park city,
and we had a ton of fun cheering each other on.
i loved the race, and i loved feeling in shape for the first time in a while. so i kept the ball rolling and signed up for a half marathon without much thought. it was a bold move,
and i don't think i really understood my commitment until i drafted a training schedule and started some of those longer practice runs.
but lo and behold, d-day arrived today. or rather this morning at 3:30 am when i woke to a very dark house. i left at 3:45--this is am remember?--to catch a bus in american fork that dropped me off at the starting line eight miles up american fork canyon. the race clock started at 6 am, and i worked my way into steady jog down the cool canyon. from the canyon i ran through cedar hills and into american fork, passed the temple and finished at dad's alma mater af high.
my longest run before today was eight miles, and surprisingly i felt great through most of the race. at mile ten i had what felt like ten knives grinding into my stomach, aka side ache of death. i walked for about 30 seconds and ran the last three miles with a side ache off and on.
overall, great experience and i think i would do another half.
but seriously, i don't know how anybody gears up for a marathon. i felt exhausted and so pleased to see the finish line at half that length. those people are hard core.
and we had a ton of fun cheering each other on.
i loved the race, and i loved feeling in shape for the first time in a while. so i kept the ball rolling and signed up for a half marathon without much thought. it was a bold move,
and i don't think i really understood my commitment until i drafted a training schedule and started some of those longer practice runs.
but lo and behold, d-day arrived today. or rather this morning at 3:30 am when i woke to a very dark house. i left at 3:45--this is am remember?--to catch a bus in american fork that dropped me off at the starting line eight miles up american fork canyon. the race clock started at 6 am, and i worked my way into steady jog down the cool canyon. from the canyon i ran through cedar hills and into american fork, passed the temple and finished at dad's alma mater af high.
my longest run before today was eight miles, and surprisingly i felt great through most of the race. at mile ten i had what felt like ten knives grinding into my stomach, aka side ache of death. i walked for about 30 seconds and ran the last three miles with a side ache off and on.
overall, great experience and i think i would do another half.
but seriously, i don't know how anybody gears up for a marathon. i felt exhausted and so pleased to see the finish line at half that length. those people are hard core.






