Broken Records

The St. George Marathon was this last weekend.  If you know my family very well, you know that it is a tradition.  (My dad has run it 21 times in the last 22 years.  He only missed a year because he had a fluke heart attack and the Dr. was more worried about the incision in his leg healing well enough to train than his heart.  Tangent.  Sorry, back on track).

So we ran this weekend, Dad, Derek, and I.  This is the 1st marathon for me since the injury in 2010.  Boo.  (I got injured a month before the marathon and ran it anyway and dropped out at mile 16.  I didn't run it last year because I didn't get in).

Anyway, we all ran.

Derek ran a 3:03:00 marathon.   That is a sub 7 minute mile pace for 26.2 miles.  Wowzers!  His goal was 3:10:00 so he blew that out of the water.

I ran a 3:37:23.  My previous PR was 4:00:00 and I just wanted to beat that (but secretly I wanted a 3:50:00) so I blew that out of the water.

We trained hard.  We had perfect conditions.  Not too hot or cold and a tail wind.  And, I ran with music for the 1st time.

Derek post marathon (eating his 1st sugar after a few weeks of abstaining to prep)

Me finishing.  (I passed both those dudes)

 So Derek is faking the tired.  That is really how I felt.

Derek's parents came down for the race too 

 Super star right there.  My dad.

My dad, had an injured foot, so he ran in brand new shoes (bad idea) and did a 4:45 with an injured foot and brand new shoes.  He is a super star.

Dad and I after the race.

This was the 1st Marathon in 21 years my mom has missed.  She was sad and so were we, but she had to work.