Park City Marathon. No PR. 4 hours, 5 minutes.
1. Lots of hills.
2. Lots of wind.
3. I was tired.
4. I was "hemorrhaging". (I had to look that one up for the spelling!)
5. About half the marathon was on gravel. Well, maybe 1/4 . . . or an 1/8.
6. I knew the medal at the end was just going to be a suncatcher. I wasn't motivated to go get it.
7. I wasn't happy to get another blue shirt. I really wanted the shirt to be pink!
8. The 4 GUs in my shorts were chafing me.
9. My 5 hour energy shot malfunctioned.
10. I had a tampon in my sports bra.
11. etc . . . etc . . . etc . . .
Eighty-seven people ran it faster than me. I'm sure they don't have any excuses. Woe is me!
Luckily, Jeff and Marisa were there to run the marathon with me. They are the best!
Aaron and the kids showed up at the finish line looking like they'd had a great night sleep. The finish line was right outside our hotel room, so they only had to wake up 5 minutes before the big finale. Good for them! :) I was in no way resentful!!
3 generations came to cheer me on! Cali, Nyah, Grandma Sue, and Grandma LaRue (all the way from Idaho!)
Marisa and I both got new Brooks for the race!
Marisa is an AMAZING runner. She rocked the marathon. Nothing can stop this girl!
My favorite thing about the Park City Marathon -- the cold washcloth they let you borrow at the end of the race to wipe off with.
I have NEVER been happier to see a finish line in my life!
I started bawling when I got to give my kids high fives as I rounded the last bend. They truly make my life worthwhile!