OH BOY! I have a lot to unpack here. A lot. In fact it might take me a while to write this recap. But, I am floored by the outcome of this race. Namely, it's my fastest time for a half marathon within the past ten years (give or take a month). Plus, it didn't go as I planned or intended (obviously more on that later). And, lastly, it's gotten me extremely excited for the upcoming months ... and year of running. I feel like I am going about this recap completely backwards, so I should just tell you my finishing time. It was 2:39:47. The first time I've been in the 2:30s since 2016. I honestly lost hope of ever seeing that kind of time again, especially after my ankle surgery and knee injury. But, here we are. Wow. Amanda, Rick and I moments before gun time of the Vigor Big Cottonwood Half. Well, okay, let me tell you a little about the race and how it perfectly went array in the best possible way. For about the past 6-8 years or so I have been a disciple of Jeff Galloway...
There are many reasons why I love running. Well, I should say running and racing. They're very much two different things in my book. Running is the journey. It's the embodiment of adventure, ambition, goals and just ... life. Racing are the short stories or chapters that capture the intangibles of those ambitions, goals and whys. I love lining up at races because to me they are each blank chapters ready to be written. I know that sounds disgustingly poetic and I suppose it is. But, I love how each race is a blank slate. You can plan for each race, train for each race and get yourself to the start line of each race, but what you do once you cross that start line is an unknown story that only you can write. My cousin Dulci and I at the start line of the Salt Lake City Marathon. Again, all of this is disgustingly poetic. And, all of this to say, going into this race, I didn't know how this story would enfold. I didn't have a goal outside of finishing the race besides hav...