I love this crazy, tragic, sometimes almost magic, awful, beautiful life: My Dam half Marathon

As I have mentioned in a couple of my previous posts, I recently ran a half marathon.

Back in February, Cody and Chelsea suggested that we run in the Teton Dam Marathon races as a family. I thought psh, that's forever away. I can definitely build my body up for that.

Wrong

I'm a procrastinator.

I didn't start to seriously train and run until May. The marathon was on June 9th.

And it really didn't help that for a good chunk of May I wasn't feeling good.

BUT, June 9th came. And I ran that Dam half marathon.

Before the race. Chelsea, Jared, Cody, and I all ran.

Honestly, I wasn't excited to run at all. This is a lie for a picture

We all got together and stood by each other as the race started. Cody was quickly out in the front. Jared and Chelsea stayed close to each other for a few minutes, And yes, I was behind them all.

During the race all I could think of was being done with it and not ever doing it again. I was over it before mile 4 ever rolled around.

That's when we got to the big hill.

That is when I really was over running. It wasn't ever going to end. I wasn't ever going to reach the top of the hill. But I did.

And when I got closer to the end, all I could think was I'm doing this. I'm going to actually be able to say I ran a half marathon. And then the glorious last corner came.

I see a tie dye shirt running around the corner to come cheer me on and I knew it was Chelsea because Jared wouldn't be moving that fast right then. Then Jared comes up too. A little ways down I see Cody. The announcer calls my name and I cross that beautiful finish line. Kinzie is there waiting to take pictures and it's done.

Never again!