Loading the buses was a little chaotic, but we arrived at the top with plenty of time to stretch, hydrate, chat and of course, go to bathroom numerous times. We ended up having a larger than normal group which was really fun: Dad, Sean, Me, Tim, Jarin, Jess, Alicia and Claire the Canadian. The race started late which was strange, but after a lot of nervous energy, we were off. My dad and I decided that we would start and stay together as long as our paces matched. As we began running, I started thinking of my training and all of the miles I had logged. Last summer was the first in about 12 years that I didn't train for a marathon and even though it is time consuming, I was glad to be back.
|My training schedules are usually a little more formal than this.|
Sean and I cooked this up for me and Jess one afternoon on the phone.
Before the race I went back and looked at my Ogden time, 5:12. I decided that I wasn't that concerned with my final time, but I did hope to be able to at least improve on my Ogden time. My dad and I stuck together for about the first 1/3 of the race and then we got separated and I knew he was going to finish faster than me. I saw a few people I knew and ran for awhile with my first friend in Santaquin, Heather Lamb Swenson. It may sound kind of crazy, but I really just enjoyed the whole experience. I loved the signs, the outfits, the stories, and especially, the people. I really worked on my mental game and was happy that at no point did I feel defeated or discouraged, even on the hill at mile 18. As I got further into the race, I realized that I would definitely beat my Logan time and was thrilled when I finished in 4:58. I finished with a kick and despite being tired, I felt triumphant.
I felt great about my time, and was excited to find out how well everyone else had run. Tim ended up with a huge PR at 3:33. Imagine what he could do if he trained. Jarin ran a PR and everyone else did better than they had expected. I was super excited for Jess and Alicia, they ran barely over 4:00 which was super impressive for a first marathon. Even better, I think they might be hooked. Overall it was a great day.
One of the best parts of the race was at about mile 24 when I saw my mom and babies. We are all so lucky that the kids have such a fantastic grandma who makes it possible for Tim and I to run. As I was running I thought a lot about that and how much effort it takes. But I'm so grateful they get to be a part of the madness. I want them to grow up knowing that their mama sets goals and does hard things. I want them to know how important it is to support family, no matter what activity they choose. A marathon seems like a pretty great place to learn all of that.
Thanks St. George for another great race, you were a good one this year.