On June 8, I ran the Utah Valley Half Marathon! I will spare you pictures because I look like I am dying/being tortured/contemplating punching someone/having my toenails ripped off one by one/regretting my life's decisions during every single one of them. Just imagine me running with the most contorted face possible, hair wisps billowing in the breeze and sweat dripping down my face. Times 10. Good times!
Really, it was great. I shaved 13 minutes off my previous time and finally ran it in under two hours (1:57:03), which was my goal. And I felt amazing afterwards...mentally. Physically, I may or may not have crawled from the front door to the bathtub and begged my husband to meet me there with a giant glass of ice water.
It's funny that I pay to wake up at three in the morning and put myself through excruciating pain and love it!
I'd also like to give a shout out to my bladder for staying strong and not having to use the bathroom, because the porta potty company pooped out on us and there were NO bathrooms on the entire course. Good job, Big B. for not making me squat & desecrate one of the biggest roads in town. I owe you one.