Park City Half Marathon

A few months ago my group of running girls decided to run the Park City Half Marathon. It sounded like a good idea at the time because we would already be in shape since we would be right in the middle of training for our marathon. Then as we got closer I kept wondering what I got myself into since it was during a recovery week in the training and I really like my recovery weeks. The race was sandwiched between two 20 mile runs so I really didn't want to get too sore on the race.

My awesome friend Jill was the instigator of this particular race then got a bad hip injury and can barely walk yet she finished the half marathon like a champ. Watching her come across the finish line brought tears to my eyes since I knew how much she was hurting and just how awesome she was for doing it. The course was an out-n-back route so you got to see everyone on the race and while I was running I kept thinking about how every person out there had their story. It could have been their 100th race or their 1st. Maybe they were feeling great, maybe they just had a baby or surgery or an injury. I had a totally different view of every person out there running with me.

My main goal with this run was to feel good. I hurt so bad at the Moab half. I ran it just like our training runs and I felt good the whole run. I didn't cramp up and I managed to pick it up at the end.

Jill, Traci, Leigh and I
After the race

The best part of the entire race was the girls weekend we made of it. We left Friday afternoon and we had a great dinner, shopped and shopped and shopped had an amazing room at the Canyons resort thanks to Leigh Anne. Ran our race, shopped some more, ate some more then finished the day watching one of the running girls play some awesome tennis in her regionals tournament. I have some pretty freaking awesome running partners and friends.

Another funny side note: I had told Todd I would be home around 5:00 on Saturday but the tennis match didn't go as long as we thought so I got home around 3:30 instead. The house was in complete disarray because he was planning on starting to clean at 4:00 so it would be perfect when I got home. It was so funny to me. Of course I was so thankful that he had watched the kids and let me go out with the girls I hurried and cleaned up so he wouldn't have to. He is so supportive of me and is seriously so good to me. I am one lucky girl!