A Run to Remember or Forget
Well, everyone knows how I feel about running long distances....It sucks. Unless I am running on a ball diamond or on some type of court its not for me. I have never been able to understand the joy that people get when they just run for the sake of running. Trust me, this blog is not about how I miraculously learned to love running. I still can't see the joy in it.
For the last few months some of the staff have been getting ready for the Legacy half-marathon here in Cardston. Somehow I was talked into running this. Nathan Smith must of had the words of a shady salesman to have talked me into it. Against my better judgement, I thought the money was for a good cause and I said that I would. My wife who has ran 2 half-marathons now, was more than willing to run with me, and show me how things are done. Now we were supposed to be training for over a month to get ready for this race. BUT, of course me loving running as much as I do, did not train at all for the upcoming race. Wait.....I did train.....one time during the month and a half training schedule I asked Kristi to drive me out 3 miles and let me run back to the house. So I ran 3 miles once to get ready for a 13.1 mile race. Whats another 10 miles when I can run 3? Right?
So race day finally arrived, and I was not looking forward to running for that long. I had 2 goals going into the race 1. Finish 2. Don't get last. So, with those lofty goals I was set to start the race. Music was a must, I don't know how anybody could run a long distance and not have music playing. It was good to have Kristi with me because she had a watch on that helped pace our time. I probably would have started to run way to fast to early, and would have died sooner in the the race. We had a good time, we talked and laughed almost the entire race. It would have been boring not having Kristi with me for most of the race......yes, I said most of the race (I will get to that part in a second).
The first six miles were easy, and we only walked while we were getting drinks at the stations they had set up every mile or so on the road. So I was half done and feeling pretty good about being able to finish this race strong. THEN the "no training" aspect of the race started to kick my butt, or should I say my knees. My problem was not my lungs or my muscles, but my knees were not to happy with me. By mile 10 I told Kristi to go on and not wait for me because I was going to need to walk for awhile. Kristi, being the good wife that she is took this chance and did not hesitate to leave me in her dust.....Jokes.....she said she would stay, but I insisted that she go, and try to get the best time that she could. She was wearing a bright pink jacket, so I could always see how far ahead she was. I am proud of her for all the training that she has done to run these races. She loves to run, and gets a better time every time she races.
The last 3 or 4 miles were pretty tough on me and my knees. I found myself just picking spots on the road and telling myself "just run to that spot then walk a little". I did this over and over again until I could see the home stretch. I did not want to walk into the finish line, so I took any energy that I had and ignored the pain in my knees and ran the last stretch of the race into the finish line. Done!!!!! I did something that I never thought I would do. I knew I would finish, and I knew I would push myself to do the best that I could. I am too much of a competitor not to do something I said I would.
I finished the race in 2 hours and 30minutes, which was just 2 minutes behind Kristi's time. Now I do not know anything about race times or what is good and what is bad, but I think that is pretty good for only running 3 miles one time to train for this race. SO, did I finally get a love for running.....NO...I will never do this again. Its just not my "cup of tea", so I will leave the running to the runners.


