One step, two step, three step, four, five step six step, seven step, roar! That roar is not the sound of Katy Perry, nor of a champion as they cross the finish line. I’m running more than a mile so it has to mean dysentery and an angry stomach!
Today I ran 3 miles for the first time since August. That happens to be the same time I stopped blogging, there is a story behind it all, but that is not the story that we shall share today. No today is Double Dump Day.
I always seem so lucky to find bathrooms when out on my runs. Sometimes it is an emergency room, a gas station, a church, a school, a park, and heck even a large rock. However in Utah in winter one must get creative because all parks lock up for the winter. Today I was lucky enough to find me a honey bucket on a construction sight. I don’t question these gifts from god, I just use them as the gift was intended. I sat, I warmed up a few degrees and let the weight be released.
As I opened that door of that magical 4 foot by 4 foot box I was hastily greeted by the words BOO by two construction workers. Needless to say it went from one dump to two dumps. They laughed, I apologized, they were nice and said no worries, just thought it was fun to scare me. Clearly they don’t know what fun is, because we both should be laughing!
I went out last night, and one thing started leading to another. I ran for the first time since my half marathon in July 24th. Very minimal foot pain and 3.2 miles. Dang, shoot, gee golly that felt good. Answer: Feels so good. Question: What is pounding the pavement?
To try something once and to not succeed is not failure, unless you never try it again. Deseret Peak located in Utah’s Great Basin Region left me high and dry ten years ago when I failed to reach it’s lofty 11,031 foot summit. Ten years ago my cousin Hollie and I spent our Labor Day hiking up this breathtaking mountain, only to be stopped 1,000 vertical feet short by some serious ailment happening with me. She was so sweet, and not upset at all and we turned back to the car. We always promised to come back to visit that peak together and reach it’s summit.
A few short years later I would lose my cousin, best friend, and the sister I never had, Hollie, to a car accident. We would never get to summit Deseret Peak before her passing, and something about that mountain all of a sudden seemed sacred. For a long time I thought that if I couldn’t summit it with Hollie then I just wouldn’t summit it. Time passed, and I soon realized that to summit that mountain is exactly what she would want me to do, and she would be there cheering me on the whole way to the top. Years and years later, the opportunity presented itself for me to try for the summit of this mountain again
Saturday was the perfect day for a hike. The Brenns, and Andy, Jane, and myself took off on a cool, crisp, fragrant morning for the heights of Deseret Peak. The first few miles felt good, and I was happy to be outside and just enjoying life. My cousin was often on my mind, wondering what her life would be like now if it was her beside me hiking. After a few short miles I started to really feel weak and fatigued and having stomach issues. I had been sick earlier in the week and knew I wasn’t completely recovered, but felt I was ok to do this today.
As I reached the same spot that I stopped ten years ago, I got that same feeling of wanting to quit and just feeling too sick. However something deep inside me didn’t want to quit on this mountain twice. I also felt that maybe I had a little someone routing me on to finish this hike off. I took the next mile of the hike and powered through the pain and made it to the top. It wasn’t the most pleasant, but the views were worth it. I spent the descent in a lot of pain, and being dizzy, and wishing the grim reaper would be waiting around each corner. However, that’s the thing about being in the wilderness, you can’t just give up and quit, you have to finish, you have to conquer. Somehow I made it down the mountain, it truly was a big blur, I might have had someone with a pair of wings keeping me up. I like to believe so anyhow. Despite it being the worst I felt on a hike in a long time, I am glad I did it, and I learned some huge life lessons in that moment.
The human spirit is what takes over when the body no longer wants to cooperate; it is far more powerful than any muscle in your body. Believing in yourself goes a long way, and have faith there is always someone else believing in you too. Draw on these moments when you feel you can’t do something, or something is hard, remember how strong that spirit is, and what it has been able to accomplish in the past, and be grateful for a chance to give it the workout it needs as well.
I’m almost positive last time I was here there was snow on the ground. Reluctant use of the most demonic machine ever, the elliptical. I am desperate to be able to workout on this foot. Regular programming to return soon I hope.
I don’t know if I should have, or shouldn’t have ran today’s half marathon based on my sprained/small fracture foot and recovering blisters. However I woke up this morning and I just had to run it! I felt good!
I started this race feeling so great, minus having to wake up at 3 A.M. thing. However once we started running at 6 AM and watching the sunrise it was all worth it!
So here is a fun fact about me and half marathons. I have had to stop every time to use the bathroom. Today was no exception. Honey Bucket for one please! Mile 4 was the grand winner today. I had to wait 11 minutes in line, which quickly dashed my hopes for another personal record.
It was an absolute perfect day for a race, with cloud cover blocking the sun. I just could never make up for the bathroom break. I ended up finishing at 2:22. I am certain that a later start where I can use the bathroom, and cooler temps overall will result in a 2:10 finish time. I am going to shoot for that this fall.
Also of note. It is a BIG state Holiday in Utah today ( Pioneer Day ) and we had to run the parade route. The tens of thousands of cheering onlookers was awesome! But on the flip side, I have pride and I couldn’t bring myself to walk in front of them, despite newly formed blisters really hurting me. Crowd support, still unsure how I feel about it.
Deseret News Half Marathon 2013, COMPLETE!
THANKS EVERYONE FOR ALL THE BIRTHDAY LOVE TODAY! It really made my day and realize how much love there is in this world! I can’t tell you how much it touched me! Thanks again! Simple Happy Birthdays meant the world to me and really lifted my spirits as I turned 29!
Also, some baby in England came and took my thunder today, but I guess if he has to share a birthday with someone, it should be me. I know the papers tomorrow will be talking about how lucky he is to have such an honor!
Sometimes Race Photos are amazing, and then sometimes it reminds you that maybe you should set down the fries and fry sauce. I guess I’ll have to just eat pancakes and syrup! Still waiting for that race photo that makes me look like Jason Statham. My next half marathon is July 24th, here is hoping for another PR and that golden photo.
I don’t mean to brag, FALSE, I do mean to brag! I sort of got a half-marathon personal best by 13 minutes. 2 hours 20 minutes and 9 seconds was my official time. Oh and in case you were wondering what a personal best looks like…. please take note of the joyous blister. I have several smaller ones to accompany it. I also ran with my sprained foot, and smits. So like I said, I don’t mean to brag, but sometimes it’s just what you have to do!
Let’s take a moment and celebrate with me. Sure this looks like corn on the cob, red potatoes and fake chicken. But that’s only to the untrained eye. This is a miracle, one for the ages. I prepared fresh food, on my own, and no microwave was used. Those who know me, know that this is unheard of. Now, let’s continue with our celebration shall we?
What do you do when you can’t run? I thought I’d try swimming with the puppy. One minute in the water and I see a fish jump. Game over. I really wanted to sit on the shore and play fetch anyways.