13.1? Did I hear you right?

As I start to run I feel good. Somewhat calm and at peace with the decision I have made to run this race. Not just any race might I add, but a half marathon.

Now for those of you runners out there your thinking : Why even blog about this. I am a 26.2 world champ. Maybe (Megan you fit in this category) even having run the marathon 3, 6, or 12 times. But for those of you who don't run or like I, just started running and the most you have ever run was 8 miles 2 weeks ago, this is like a really big freaking deal. 13.1 miles ain't for the weak at heart.
No, on no it's for those who are ready for a challenge. Not just of the mind, but of the BODY. You start out feeling good. Maybe even really good, but then on about mile 6 you start saying to yourself "Man, a 10k(6 miles) is sounding real good about now".

At about mile 8-9 your calf muscles begin to get weak and the seem to lose blood circulation. What was once squishy, soft muscle has now turned to what I like to call... STONE. Very heavy stone which makes you have to physically check out so that you can continue to focus on the matter at hand- finishing the race.

Most of the experts say that you begin to get a runners high that takes over and just gives you this un-imaginable power that helps you to proceed. Hmm... I must have missed the mile that we picked that up cause I never got that. I kept hoping that somewhere along the next turn I would get a ride on that train that should have been coming through, but nopes I missed right out.

As I approached mile 11.5 I started feeling the rumblies in my tummies and I seriously thought (even for a second) about jumping into the lava rock and becoming one with nature. It's hard to imagine I know, but when your running that long something happens to the insides of you. (no worries, I was able to contain myself)

The #12 never looked so sweet on the tiny orange cone I had been looking forward to seeing all along the way that would let me know each time just how much longer I would endure the thrill of this self induced joy ride! "A mile and a half" were the words they were yelling and suddenly I felt the goodness from within that I had been hoping to have at mile 3, suddenly kick in.

I started running faster(not much because at this point there was some definite numbness in the balls of my feet, besides a tingle and frozen shoulder in the right upper trap) and I could totally see Snow Canyon High where we were to end this amazing journey.

I rounded the corner and ran past all the people and I even vaguely remember a few watery tears drifting from my eyes as I realized that grass and a toilet were there with my name BOLDLEY written across them.

It was totally awesome! Hauling as much butt as I had left to haul on that track to cross the finish line. Feeling all the while like I can't believe I just put myself through this, but knowing all the more that I am doing it again baby! Oh yes, you heard me right. You start to become kinda excited by the thought of doing better next time. Running faster, being stronger and pushing yourself harder then you ever thought possible.

Some may call me crazy, I call me crazy to but watch out cause here I come!

The best part of running begins the night before with this delicious feast of carbs and sugar. Those of you who know me know exactly how much I enjoyed EVERY LAST BITE!! Oh, was it pure heavenly bliss!
Wo, Is that a 4:52? No, the 1 was broken so the used the 4. 1:53 baby. Can you see me? Ya, I'm the one with the pink bandana ready to collapse. I'm glad you couldn't see my face from the front. Not a pretty sight
Me, Sara, and Angie. 3 runnin babes!