As I laid in bed I could hear the rain.  Not just a sprinkle but real rain.  The kind you don't want to be running in.  The kind that makes you turn off your alarm and snuggle back into the covers.  I had a race to run though.  A race I had been training for and a race I was prepared for.  As I lay there listening to the rain I made a few wardrobe adjustments in my head and waited.  I woke up before the alarm (I don't think I really slept anyway) and got ready and the rain continued.  I drove to the race start and the rain continued.  I wondered if this would become a biathlon, running and swimming :) I pinned on my bib and boarded the bus and the rain continued.  The bus reached its destination and the rain ceased.  It was cold and wet but no rain. 
As I visited with some fellow runners I predicted it would be a dry run.  They smiled at me and began talking about previous rainy runs and how horrible they were.  I commented on the beauty of the morning.  They chuckled at my optimism.  I guess I should have told them I am a Washington girl at heart, and it really was beautiful. 
The race began a few minutes early and we were all grateful.  No rain only pounding feet and light conversations.  My Ipod and I had begun! I felt great!  The view was spectacular! The music was rockin!
As I headed down Provo Canyon I could see the Utah Valley Marathoners running.  Some were running strong, some were struggling, some were walking.  I said a quick prayer for them, I wish I could have lent them my fresh running legs.  They were inspiring.  I thought of our good friend Riley.  I knew he was running the marathon and wished him well. 
I had a goal to finish my race in 1 hour 40 minutes.  I was hoping to shave a few minutes off of that time.  As a I ran I wondered how I was doing.  I felt strong and confident. I had prepared well.  As I neared the finish I could see the time clock.  1 hour 27 minutes.  Did you see that, 1 hour 27 minutes! I started to cry.  Then I saw my family.  More crying while still trying to breathe normal and run.  Brian was taking pictures and my kids were cheering me on.  I am yelling, "do you see the clock?!" 
I had a great morning.  Oh, and it didn't rain the whole time!
Saturday, June 12, 2010
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