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