my half marathon

so, i ran a half marathon on saturday. lest you
think i'm some freak runner- i'm not, but i just
wanted to give it a try. so we got up at 4:30am to get
bussed up provo canyon- the picture is me and ash
getting ready for our big day. we started the race at 6:45am.

everything was fine until mile 8, when my legs started
feeling the burn, and i thought, 'what the h am i doing?'
don't fret though, i pressed on thanks mostly to a little
whitney houston (i wanna dance with somebody),
pirates, and viva la vida on the old ipod.

it's interesting what you think about when you have nothing
else to do but run. mostly i found myself thinking things like
"if that 70 year old man can do it, so can i" or "i can't let this 10
year old overweight boy with glasses and a cast on his arm finish
before me." it was a beautiful run down the canyon though and
the weather was perfect...i also couldn't help but think of the Lord's
admonition to "endure to the end," this was a good object lesson
for me.

then about mile 10 or 11 i thought i might die. but i had
to finish, cause i was so close, so i quickly found viva la
vida again and FINALLY made it to the 13 mile finish line
after 2 hours 16 minutes.

what's the aftermath of an event like this you ask? well i'm
very sore and i look stupid when i walk, but i'm glad i did it
and kinda proud of myself for running the whole thing.