Two weeks ago I ran my very first (of many I'm sure) half marathon! Now to some that may seem like no big feat, but to me it was. I had never thought of myself as a runner and never imagined running any more than a few miles. Right before I become pregnant with Ellie I started to run to lose weight. My goal at the time was just to be able to run for 30 minutes straight and a 5K (3.1 miles) seemed like so far!
Anyways... We started out the weekend by staying the night at my grandparents house. Of course it included Ellie playing the piano on grandpa's lap. Its so fun to watch her interact with some of my absolute favorite people. She would point to a note on the page and he would play it, occasionally she would correct him and tell him which key was really supposed to be played. My brother came over the next morning for breakfast and it was so great to just be able to catch up.
Maybe I am creepy but I would not mind at all having family as my neighbors. I would totally buy a subdivision.
We grabbed my sister and her daughter and headed to Moab! We were all
ready to get out of the car by the time we got there. We headed to the
expo to pick up our bib numbers and started the search for dinner. There
were quite a few people on the same page as us. We decided ordering
food and taking it back to the hotel was the best option. We checked out a few stores and of course flattened a penny while we were waiting. I don't know
if I had ever had any better chicken parmigiano as I did that night.
Maybe it was good because of nerves, I don't know.
The hotel situation was kind of a joke. Everything was ridiculously expensive for the weekend and we were a little late in trying to find a place to stay. The hotel we found was the first building as you came into town but it had a pool and a pretty neat playground. My pirate obsessed daughter loved it and kept saying that she was Jake!
The morning of the race we grabbed breakfast at the hotel and headed to the park to wait for the bus to shuttle us up the canyon. Here was my first mistake. I am used to eating within an hour before I run. We loaded the bus at 8am and the race didn't start until 10am.
They had quite a few restrooms at the top, thank heavens. We had a little over an hour to wait after we got to the starting line and it was COLD! It was in the 30's but we knew as soon as the sun came out and we started running that we would be warm. 
As soon as the gun went off people started cheering and the atmosphere was so much fun! It took a few minutes to get past the starting line but as soon as we were over we were flying. Partly because the first little bit was all downhill but also because we were on a running high... before we even started...
The first few miles were great. We held a good pace and it seemed like we were passing a lot of people. After a few miles there started to be quite a few hills that I hadn't trained for or anticipated. I should have assumed because we were in the canyon!
We ran most of the hills and were feeling great. I was starting to get a little tired but still feeling strong when the winds started to blow. This is where things got real for me. Idaho has a lot of wind. While I was training for this half marathon I ran in a lot of wind, not by choice. I felt as if the wind was challenging me, encouraging me, letting me know that I was strong enough to over come this obstacle in my race. At one point we hit a hill during this crazy intense wind. I was tired and wanting to walk or at least slow down. There were others around me doing it so why not?! I looked at my sister and she gave me a thumbs up and we pushed through to the top of the hill. As we came over the top the wind seemed to change directions. Instead of it being a head wind, it was now coming from behind pushing us forward. The wind was helping me move forward. I had done the work and put in the time, it wasn't time to quit just yet. I wasn't finished and my friend, the wind, was letting me know that all was well.
Cheesy. I know! But that was exactly my thoughts and what helped me get through that part.
A few miles after that we came across a lady that was laying on the side of the trail. She was surrounded by other runners. We knew there was nothing that we could do and that she had the help that she needed. Almost as soon as we passed her a song came on in my play list that I had heard a hundred times before but this time I heard lyrics that I hadn't before.
"When you fall get up, oh oh
If you fall get up, eh eh"
In that moment I was running for all the times I thought I couldn't. I was running because it was something I could control and that I knew I could do. It didn't matter what struggles I faced to get there emotionally, physically... I could do it. I have always gotten back up no matter what may have caused my fall. And yes its a shakira song so of course I was dancing along to the beat.


It wasn't all easy sailing and peachy perfect. It was tough. My sister started to have an upset stomach around mile 9, so four miles or so to go. We walked at a few points to help ease the pain and after a minute she would be just fine to keep going. This is where I started to have a hard time as well. You are supposed to fuel along your runs if they are longer than an hour. In training I had run 10 miles as my longest run in under two hours and didn't consume anything besides water. I figured it was only three more miles and that I would be ok. I don't know how I finished. I was so exhausted by the time we came out of the canyon and had two miles left.
We saw Cody and the girls parked on the side of the road waving us on with less than a half mile left. That was the boost I needed to finish strong even though I wanted to hop in the pick up and die. Or just sleep for the rest of the day. When we finished my legs were stiff and I felt like I was going to either faint or throw up, or both. The feeling went away after I got real food and a nap, thank goodness.
Running is such an emotional and spiritual journey. And of course physical. I run for clarity and for sanity. I run to feel freedom and empowered by what my body can do. I am slow but thats ok because I don't run for the time. I get to be able to push myself further than what I feel comfortable with and do things I never thought were possible. Some days I have terrible runs and think that I never want to do it again. But I have to redeem myself and the next day will have a great run. We put up with the hard things in order to enjoy the good, or even the mediocre.
I run because it allows me to feel like I have complete control in my destiny. If I am lazy and don't push myself then I wont get any better. I know if I push myself and try harder to become better that I can accomplish goals and see not only physical but mental improvements.
So basically I like to run. I run for fun in the hot hot sun. I run for me. I run to better myself and to push myself out of a comfort zone. And because I like to see things improve I just signed up for my second half marathon in June! Yes, I am very excited. I know what I need to do to take care of my body to allow it to perform at its best. And yes, I am also nervous because I know I have to work hard to become better.