Fountain of Youth

I have discovered the secret to youth and beauty:  running.  This may be no surprise to many of you, but I was amazed to discover it recently.  I had a cross-country reunion for my college team last weekend.  We are ten years out of college (yikes, that went fast!) most with 3, 4, or 5 kids.  We are scattered about the country with a variety of careers.   But seeing everyone again was like a flashback. Everyone was as young, as thin and as beautiful as they had been in college.  Now I don't know what I expected, beause if I had gained 150 pounds I probably wouldnt have gone, but almost everyone was there.  Most of the girls still run to some degree, though few maintain the level we did in college. So even with all the different things life has thrown at us, running is still the common denominator. Once a runner, always a runner, I guess.  And from the looks of things, that is definitely a good thing.

Let me add a special shout out to all of my teammates who were inducted into the BYU athletic hall of fame this weekend.  The entire cross-country teams from 1997, 1999, 2001, 2002 were inducted. After four national titles in six years, with runner up finishes the other years, we left quite a legacy.  It is amazing to look back and realize how dominant those teams were, and more importantly, what good people were on those teams.  I was definitely lucky to be a part of things, and to share it with a sister.  You are all awesome!

Why I run part 2

I have learned that fear is another motivating factor in why I run.  

I am afraid of getting old, and as long as I can keep running and getting faster, I must not be old yet.  This is partly why I keep moving up in distances and trying new races, because every new distance is a PR and PR= not old. 

I also have this fear that people will recognize that I am not as fast as I pretend to be, that someone will identify me as the imposter I am. I'm sure any day now someone will point and say "What is she doing here? She's not really fast, she just wants to be." 

So I work hard to keep age at a distance and to try and fit in with the really fast runners, even though no one really cares how I run but me.  No one ever said the psychology of running made sense, but there it is. 

Marathon mama

I did it.  I ran the st George marathon on Saturday, October 5.  I set a huge PR, and even finished about a minute faster than my most optimistic goal time.  Officially, I ran a 3:08:56, which placed in the top 7% of finishers. the most important stat to me is that I beat the goal time I was shooting for (3:10), so I felt good about the day. Additionally, that time is a Boston Qualifying time, which is kind of the industry standard for cool.   I feel like it was a major victory, so although no one asked for it, here is my victory speech.  

I need to give credit where credit is due.  I couldn't have made it without the support and sacrifice of my family.  My husband and kids encouraged me through many hours of training, and put up with me in the last week of nerves and self-doubt, (which translated into grouchy mama). And you would have loved me even if I had failed miserably.  Thanks.  

My mom and sister at the finish line:  I knew the only way you would be disappointed was if I couldn't finish, so when I wanted to sit down and rest, I had to keep going.  Thanks for being there waiting.  

To my speedy sister who ran with me:  I knew if I slowed down that you would be right on my tail, even if you thought you were going to run slower. You shared the joy and misery of training long distance, and believed in me and encouraged me when I needed it most.  You're the best! And you probably will beat me next time, but thanks for letting me win this time.

To my dad:  thanks for always believing in me.

To Mother Nature:  thanks for working the cool temps and tailwind the first 6 miles.  It was perfect.  

To the kids on the side of the road cheering and handing out high fives:  you make me feel like a hero!  I hope I can inspire you to challenge yourself someday, and I hope I can be like you by cheering indiscriminately and handing out high fives so freely.  I really fed off of your energy the last few miles. 

To all the other runners:  if misery loves company, we should be one happy bunch.  It was great to run with you and share the struggle.  Thanks for pushing me.

Thanks to the race organizers and city of St George.  It is a massive undertaking to out on a race for this many people, and we couldn't do it without you.  It is great to be part of something big.  

Believe it or not, all the hours of training were worth it.  It is an amazing feeling to run for three hours (and 6 months) to realize that you have reached the goal at long last. So even though I will maintain that marathoners are crazy, I am even considering running another one, just not for a while.  And I know, I must be crazy.

The problem with running

The problem with running is that you are never done.  I promised myself that if I ran a 3:10 marathon or faster, I would be perfectly content and never run another marathon.  If I hadn't run the goal time, I would've been unhappy and had to run another one to prove I could do it.  But now that I did it, I am wondering how much faster I could go. Maybe if I do this or that differently in my training....alas.  It is an endless cycle.  You think I would have learned that by now.  So be warned, once you start running you will never be able to stop!

Taper time

Taper week should be renamed second guess week, or stress week.  Here I have all this energy and time from not running as much and I spend it worrying if I am ready or not.   I think I get even more nervous now than I did when I was younger running arguably more important races, because now I know I have fewer chances to get it right, and it takes a lot more out of me to try.   It is taking a lot of faith to trust my training and believe that I am ready to run. I guess we will find out Saturday!