Last fall I saw some of my friends from the ward out running. Once of which had just had a baby. I thought, if they can do it, so can I. I decided to join them.
That first run was such a laugh. It took me 40 minutes to run/walk 2 miles.
After about two weeks, I was doing a bit better. After a month, they started talking about running in the Ogden half marathon. I didn't even know how far a marathon was. But they all seemed to think it was possible. Two of them had run a half before. So, after a couple weeks of thinking about it, I signed up.
I eventually got to where I could run 3 miles without walking. Then my knee started hurting. I was more worried about my hip, the hip that Little Miss D had her head pressed against for the last 2 months inside. The hip was fine, but the knee, wasn't.
I started taking fish oil and icing it after a run. I could do this. I didn't want to quit. After Christmas, my knee didn't hurt unless I missed running for more than 5 days.
We started following a training schedule, and adding on miles, and being more diligent. 5 miles was the furthest I had run in high school. Six miles was a major accomplishment for me. When we ran 10 miles, it was such a great feeling.
Two weeks before the race, we found that it would just be two of us running still. There were 6 of us training together, four of which were not signed up to run, but were such a great support for us two. Then, major happiness, 3 of our friends were able to talk the others into letting them have their spots. I was so happy. It is so much better to run with friends.
We made t-shirts, made plans, and were set to do this thing.
I am so thankful for my body, for my friends, for my family who supported me, and for Heavenly Father for helping me to keep going. Pin It
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