If we're friends on Facebook you might have seen a status that read like this:
Today I finished half marathon #4 with a time of 2:13:08! It wasn't a PR but it was a great run. The JMR has such a special place in my heart. I run to remember the 161, I run to defeat lies and fears, I run for the glory of God. He is SO good and has abundantly blessed us.
Thanks to everyone who has encouraged me along the way. I couldn't do it without you.
And ended like this.
My Dad surprised me and showed up to watch me start the race. It was really sweet to see him before I headed to the coralls and he snapped this picture right before we took off.
Yes I am a total nerd.
The first several miles felt effortless. We were running and our pace was amazing. We can across the first official race photographer (who just happened to be at the top of a hill) and some how we were still smiling.
Things didn't get challenging until around mile 5. Anna and Lacey stopped to walk a bit and I kept running with another friend. I managed to stay with her for another mile or two but eventually my head won out and I stopped to walk then I found myself in a spot I never had been in before. On a long run, in a race and alone. It was completely bizarre and something I mentally had never done before. It was tough. I kept on the best I could. around mile 9 I realized a PR just wasn't going to happen but I knew I could at least stay within my goal if I didn't give up.
Then about here, I lost it.
Those girls were a sight for sore eyes jumping up and down holding signs smiling at me. Tears flooded my eyes.
I stopped and talked to them for a couple minutes but knew I had to start running again or I never would. Off I went to battle out the last few miles.