Friday, May 03, 2013

run a marathon. check.

Remember this post?

Maybe not.  That's ok.  I'll fill you in.

I've always dreamed of being a runner.

On May 24, 2011, I wrote down that I wanted to one day run a marathon.  I will admit that at the time I thought the goal was lofty, and let's be honest, that it would never happen.

At one point in time I decided I was actually going to get a handle on running.  I was going to do this.  I was going to be a runner.  I figured I'd probably still never run a marathon, but a girl can dream, right?

I am horribly embarrassed to say that when I first started running I could not even run one mile without stopping.  Literally (a word that should only be used with careful consideration).

Eventually, it got easier.  I ran a few 5ks, 10ks and eventually worked my way up to a half marathon.  Then another.  Take note: do not sign up for races when you are still on the high of your most current race.  Or maybe do, sometimes we can all benefit from a little bit of delusion.

After my second half marathon I thought "You know what, why not?". And that was that.  Before I could worry and over analyze too much I went right to the SLC Marathon website and registered.  I registered for a freaking marathon.  #twentysixpointtwomiles

I had immediate buyers remorse and a pit of impending doom was slowly beginning to form in my stomach.

But I paid for it.  I had well over four months to train.  So I found a twenty week training program and got to work.

My training wasn't perfect.  I had slow days and fast days.  I had days that I made time for my runs and long runs that were skipped. I had friends that dropped me off at the top of canyons and awaited my phone call in case something happened.

Race Eve came.  I picked up my packet.  Wanted to cry.   Signed the mural for the victims of Boston.   Carb loaded with a friend and didn't fall asleep until the wee hours of Race Day.  I got to the start line, still entirely unaware of what I was actually getting myself into.

The start signal sounded and we were off.

Salt Lake graced us with rain.  The.  Entire.  Time.

But you know what?

I finished.

I had two of my best friends in SLC waiting to greet me at the finish line.


  1. Nice work! That is wicked impressive. And I appreciate your judicious use of "literally."

    1. Jacob, thanks! And I'm glad my word choice seemed appropriate.

  2. so impressed and so proud of you! you inspire me!

    1. Kelli! Thanks. Can we please hang out soon? Perhaps have an adventure?


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