I did it

Earlier this spring I decided that I was tired to of being the president of the fat club. So I started running. Running just for fun. I have wanted to run with some of my friends before but they always ran much to fast and far for me. So this spring was my chance, one was pregnant, the other just had a baby. So we started to run. After a couple of weeks Candace decided that she needed to "train" for something to stay motivated. So against my better judgement, I was talked into signing up for a half marathon. I had never run an organized race before. Not a mile, not a 5k nothing. So this was a major thing for me.

So then the real running began. Not really. We ran, but we also slacked. So about 6weeks before the race we buckled down and really stuck to a schedule. There were definitely times that I was wondering what I had got myself into. I thought about selling my spot on KSL, or just saying "I changed my mind" But I still ran on. Most of the time we ran at night. Late at night. A week before the race we ran our long run, 10 miles. We started at 10:30 and got done a little before 1am. And I know I will ever forget that night. We started, and honestly, I was thinking that Greg would wake up in the middle of the night and see I never made it home and have to come look for me on the side of the road. But about half way into our run, I realized, I could do this. I can do hard things. I can finish hard things. I won't say we didn't walk any that night, we did. (because of me) And when we got about home Candace said to me. "On race day, I won't leave you, even if you want me to leave you, I won't" And then I knew, I have a really really good friend. A friend who would never "leave me."

And then race day came, and I still thought I could do hard things, but the question now was, did I really want to. We hopped on the bus and headed up the canyon to wait for the race to start. Then we started to run. We ran and we ran and we ran. To be exact, we ran for 2 hours and 34 Minutes. And I finished. I finished a hard thing.
Candace asked while running the last mile "Did I ruin you? Will you do this again?" Though I couldn't answer right then and there I have thought about it since. And no she didn't ruin me. I may never do a half marathon again. But it showed me I can do things out of my comfort zone and even enjoy them. It taught me that I like to be healthy and it feels good to be healthy again. So will I do a half marathon again? Maybe...

The girls, my mom and dad and Greg were there waiting for us when we finished. They waited and the waited and they waited. ( the race started over 30 minutes late) It was so nice to see them at the finish. I told Candace I wouldn't cry, but I will admit I did have to hold back tears when I saw them, because I can do hard things...