I have said it a few times before while training, but I do believe I will never be able to say it again...last Saturday I ran the longest run of my life. I completed a 26.2 mile marathon, and although I hope to do it again, I am sure I will never run further.
On Friday night the Willardsen crew headed up to Logan. We made it up in time to have dinner and drive around town, showing our kids where we spent our last years of college, and our first year of marriage. Reminiscing the old times was more fun for me than them, I am sure. That night we stayed in a house in Providence, between mile 20 and 21 of the marathon.

On Saturday the 20th my sister Stephanie, my friend Paula and I ran the Top of Utah Marathon, along with 2,000 other runners. The race starting at Hardware Ranch 14 miles into Blacksmith Fork Canyon and ended in Logan at Merlin Olsen Park.
I had been experiencing horrible pain in my shins/calves over the last month, since the Provo River Trail Half, and had talked myself into expecting a rough and very slow race, but was still not going to miss it after all the training. I am slow enough to wait for the week of the race to research leg pains on the internet and asked a few experienced friends for advice. Everything and everyone told me to take some ibuprofen, ice and run. Although I had iced before, I hadn't used the advice to take ibuprofen continuously during training. I did for the race, and the result was no lower leg pain. I could have enjoyed the training a little more if I would have just taken some pain reliever earlier! (Maybe it was how slow I took it that helped too!?)
The run was definitely long, and parts of it were very hard, but I have to say that I never thought of quiting. My family was waiting to see us just after mile 20. I spotted them early, and made sure they saw us coming so they could get at least one picture. It was great to hear their cheers. Gabby was cheering and Parker yelled, "You can do it mom" as we ran past.

I hit "the wall" at about mile 23 when I started to feel that I had to pick it up a little and just finish. After 4 hours and 42 minutes I crossed the finish line. It was great to have my family there to cheer me on. It was worth the hours of training and the sore muscles. I would do it again. Just give me a little time to recover!






I am grateful for the experience. It is rewarding to accomplish something that is difficult, especially after working so hard. (That must be why we remodeled an old house!)
I am even more grateful for an awesome husband who supports me in the best way possible. Although he doesn't have the desire to run a marathon, he is willing without complaints to help get the kids ready for school in the morning when I am slow to get back from a run, and hang out with the kids for hours on Saturday while I run the long runs. He even lets me rest when I need it. He is so good at watching the kids that he can't even take his eyes away from them to smile for the picture!
You're the best.