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...