Saturday I ran the Utah Valley Marathon with Holly, Chantelle, Tyler, Caleb, Hayley, Andrea, and Emily.
I stuck with Hayley for the first half. It was pouring rain and freezing cold, but we kept on going.
Then we parted ways, as the wind blew down the Provo canyon and against my back forcing me to keep running.
I felt pretty good until I hit the 20 mile mark, which was just after I passed Cody, Donny, and the rest of the family waiting on the side of the road.
The last 6 miles seemed to take as long as the first 20. I was dead. And, I was kicking myself for not training better. Running once a week just wasn't enough.
I finally made it to the end. The time on the clock when I passed said 4:52. I'm not sure what my official chip time is, but my goal was 5 hours.
That day and the next I felt really sore. Today I can just feel it in my left achilles tendon, which I believe I tore since I can barely walk on it.
I do not think I will be running another marathon, but it was a good experience to try once. I guess I should thank Tyler for tricking me into it.