Nobody would believe it now, but growing up I hated running. I thought it was the most stupid sport in the world and I couldn't understand why my dad and sister loved it. This was marathon #5 for us. I got Derek hooked, enough so that he will run them when I am injured and can't. (Insert sad face...)
We trained hard. We trained smart. We moved to SLC which = running LOTS of hills. And it paid of because.....
WE ARE GOING TO BOSTON!
Anyway. Derek has qualified before. Last year I was 25 seconds off my qualifying time. Not this year. I don't mean to brag, but we crushed our times.
Derek needed a 3:05:00 to qualify. He ran a 2:57:56!! That is an average of 6:46 minutes/mile for 26.2 miles. He is amazing.
I needed a 3:35:00 to qualify. I ran a 3:23:50!! That is an average of 7:46 minutes/mile for 26.2 miles.
And something I didn't expect was getting 8th place in the Women's 25-29 division.
I won't lie. I felt really good until mile 24. That is when my legs started to feel that I had been running for 3 hours. That is when I saw someone holding a sign that said, "All walls have doors." That is all I needed. I went through the door in the wall I was hitting and I finished. I wanted to die at the end.
Derek did some PT on me right after I finished. This is me trying to follow his instructions for him....












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