My sister Rachel did the 10k with me. We had a blast! Such a fun race. It was fun running by the big crowds who were waiting for the parade to start. I finished in 52:42, averaging 8:29/mile. I was thrilled considering I wanted to do somewhere around a 9:00 mile!
Then began the prep for the Big Cottonwood Half Marathon. I was still pretty terrified of running that many miles. The nights before my long training runs, I was always so nervous! But I pressed on. Rachel and I did one of our long runs together. Cameron even did one with me in Park City. The big day came Sept. 13. Rachel and I did it together and had a great experience. Such a fun, well-managed race! Gorgeous to run down Big Cottonwood as the sun is rising. It was a great day for me. I just kept thing, "I did it! All the nights Max woke up a million times, I woke up and went running! All those times I thought 3 miles would kill me, I pushed through! And now I did it! I just ran 13.1 miles. I can do hard things!" It made me feel so good to work so hard to accomplish a hard thing. I finished in 1:47, 8:09/mile, a new PR for me. I was thrilled!
|It was FREEZING up at at the starting line.|
|So fun running with Rachel! We couldn't train much together, but we'd always text each other about our runs.|
I decided to do the SLC Haunted Half in October. I did lots of speed work and trained pretty hard to try and get a new PR. Hopefully around 1:45. And then the cold of death introduced itself. It was awful! I was so sad that I'd worked so hard to be fast for the race, and I knew it would be a struggle just to run it considering how sick I was. The first 6 miles or so felt great. I was on track to PR, averaging about 8/mile. And then the cold of death said, "Hey! Remember me? I'm here! You can't keep running this fast!" And then I DIED. Oh my goodness, those last 7 miles were torture. My lungs were dying. I slowed way down. Some of my miles were way slower, like 10 min/mile. I still had a pretty good time, all things considered. 1:52, which is an average of 8:32/mile. I pushed it a little too hard, my body revolted, and I ended up being sick in bed for a few days.
How grateful I am for running! It's done so much for me this year, mentally, emotionally, and physically. And of course, I'm so grateful for Cameron who has been so supportive. He's on kid-duty during my runs, and
never rarely complains. ;)