So last weekend I ran a half marathon with my sister…and I didn’t die! (even though I looked it)…and I loved it!
We stayed the night in Provo, prepared by eating Cafe Rio salads and watching Matilda, and woke up at 5:00 am to get to the shuttle on time. The race started at Sundance and came down the canyon. It was beautiful.
A few thoughts while running:
“This is the best moment of my life.” (“This moment” being when the starting gun went off, and hundreds of people all dressed in ridiculous costumes just took off down the mountain. Awesome.)
“I am loving this.”
“I could do a marathon. Not now. But sometime.”
“I am so incredibly grateful for a body that allows me to do this.”
“I. Am. Awesome!!!!!!”
For real. I think everyone should do a race, if only for the self-esteem boost. People were honking, cheering, kids were giving me high-fives, everyone was rooting for me the entire time, and at the end you get a medal. I felt like a celebrity.
I couldn’t walk for the next few days, but…that’s neither here nor there.
Until next time!