The end of my eight weeks at Firehouse culminated with the Ogden Half Marathon. I was peer pressured into this one since we all know how my last one went. Not pretty. That's for sure. Wake up time to make it to the buses that took us to the start of the half up the canyon was 3:30 in the am. Yes 3:30! And the torture starts!
Quite a few people in my neighborhood signed up this year, as you can see by the picture below. There were also a couple of men that signed up too.
It didn't look good for us weather wise at the start of the race. Of course, it started raining pretty much from the beginning and didn't let up. EVER! But I ran with Trish and we talked and ran and checked on our time infrequently. Neither of us had a goal. This was Trish's first and practically mine since it had been two years and a baby for me. As we were nearing the 9 mile mark, I asked Trish what our time was and we figured out that if we kicked it up a notch we may be able to hit the 2 hours mark. So we did and in the middle of it Trish said she was dying. I told her we could slow down but she said no. We kept pushing. Coming up on the end, I sprinted to the finish, which I've always enjoyed doing. Especially when you pass the guys. We missed the 2 hours by 2 minutes but I still think we did fantastic. I was not expecting that quick of a time! Woot! Woot! Hurray for us!:)
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