Let me start by sharing one of Dave's favorite jokes:
How do you know when someone has run a marathon?
Don't worry, he'll tell you!
Well, we didn't run a marathon, but I am totally going to be one of "those people" and post about the half marathon we completed this morning....just because I want to capture it and it was kind of big deal to us. Plus I don't think too many people will read this!
Let me rewind about 14.5 years ago. I was twenty years old and I ran my first half marathon while at BYU. In that race, I had the run of my life, hit a great "runners high" and clocked in at 1 hour 58 minutes....which was exciting for me. I had wanted to beat 2 hours and was so happy to do so. Over the last 15 years, I have kept running (some years better than others depending on when my babies were born) but I had never done another half marathon. As time kept passing, I knew that I really wanted to do another one, but I also knew that it would be quite the feat for me to beat my previous time. And that discouraged me...which is silly because realistically I was 15 years older, had given birth 4 times, and was holding myself to beat my 20 year-old standard. But for some reason, I really only wanted to run another one if I could beat the 2 hour mark again.
About 4 months ago, Dave and I started to feel like it might be okay for us to get up early, leave the kids in Parker's care, and start running together. We started getting up at 5:45 three to four times a week, quietly waking Parker just enough to leave my phone by his pillow, and taking off to exercise before the kids woke up. We tried to stay close so we could get home quickly if needed. Dave typically stays pretty fit playing basketball, using our elliptical machine, and lifting weights. But he had never run further than about 2 miles. It was funny when we started running longer distances and he had this epiphany that he really could run long distances if he didn't sprint the whole time! When he found out what my typical running pace is, it suddenly became very doable for him and we decided to train for the South Jordan Half.
We have had the best 4 months getting up early and having that time to run together. With four kids, it's sometimes hard to find that time to talk and connect....somedays I feel like we hardly get to finish a sentence to each other! We have enjoyed some great conversations during these early mornings and we have loved it. We hope to keep at it.
As race day approached and we were clocking our times (we were averaging 10 minute miles), I realized that it might not be the best to shoot for the 2 hour mark. We decided that first of all, just finishing would be amazing, and secondly, 10 minute miles would be a good goal for us. That would have us finishing at around 2 hours, 10 minutes. But secretly, inside I still had my hope of beating 2 hours.
Our race started at 8:30 this morning, but I was up at 5:30, so excited to finally be running a half. Our baby-sitter arrived and we got to the start line about 45 minutes early. Here we are, ready to run:
And we were off!! Dave kept telling me that he would stay with me throughout the race, but I thought he should just take off. He's in better shape than me and I wanted him to do his best. Bless his heart, he stayed with me and I pretty much set the pace. I had some pretty good adrenalin pumping as we started and I knew it would wear off before too long, so we decided to hit it hard the first few miles. The first 3 miles we were running 9 minute miles, with one downhill mile of about 8:20. But after those first few miles, my stomach wasn't feeling so hot, so we slowed it down and I started feeling better. We stayed at about 9.5 minute miles until about mile 8 and then we were shooting for 10 minute miles. Typically Dave and I talk non-stop while running, but unfortunately for Dave, I wasn't in too much of a talking mood, especially for that time when my stomach wasn't feeling so hot. He was a good sport to put up with my quietness and he stayed with me, until we completed the 12th mile. He kept encouraging me through the race, but at that last mile when he was wanting to really pick it up, I told him to please just run ahead! I could tell he had energy to spare and to be honest, I felt like I had nothing extra to give so I convinced him to just go for it and he took off! Makes me wonder how fast he could have done the whole thing, but I sure am grateful for my kind husband that stayed with me for 12 miles!!
And we finished! I was holding back the tears as I crossed...it was the best feeling! We didn't beat the 2 hour mark but we did beat our goal of 2 hours 10 minutes. Dave finished in 2 hours 2 minutes 19 seconds (averaging a 9:20 mile). I finished in 2 hours 4 minutes 4 seconds (averaging a 9:28 minute mile). Not too shabby and that 2 hour mark will be a great goal for the next one. Hopefully it won't be 15 more years in the making!!
Here we are after crossing the finish line, but before I puked. Once that not-so-fun part was over, I felt pretty darn good! We did it!!!



























