That goal sat in my mind for a few years. A marathon is a big deal. It takes a lot of effort, training, and drive. I started running on my own in high school. I worked my way up to 3 miles and was proud of myself. I moved to college and met other friends who liked to run, so we'd go on jogs together around campus occassionally. At the end of my sophomore year of college, I decided I would run the St. George marathon. I signed up for it with my mom and sister, got in, and began running. But my training fizzled quickly. It was too hard. And so, the thought sat in my mind for another few years. I ran a lot of 5k's, 10k's, and half marathons and really enjoyed it.
Finally came the time where my desire and my actions coincided. I began training for a marathon in February 2010 and maintained a strict, consistent running schedule. Each day was monumental because each day I ran further than I ever had!
After months of training, THE day came. And it was a perfect day. The weather, the experience, how I felt, how I ran, everything was perfect. I ran the Top of Utah Marathon (by myself after training by myself) on Sept 18, 2010. I was so nervous that morning that I thought, I'm not doing this. And then I thought of my mom (diagnosed with a brain tumor 3 days before race day), and realized that I had to do it. And so I did, with major support and encouragement of my husband/coach, who had supported, encouraged and pushed me through all my training. It was one of the best experiences of my life. And so I've kept running.
Salt Lake City Marathon April 2011
My sister, Alicia, ran the last 4 miles with me!