Running a Marathon. Like a real one.

Top of Utah Marathon

Ladys and Gentlemen. . .(clearing of the throat)

I am going to run a Marathon. . . Crazy? maybe just slightly.

When I moved up to Logan I got this urge to run a long race in my life time. . .  

Where it came from? I have no idea because I- HATED- RUNNING as an athlete in high school.

My friend "Cross-Fit Keni" told me that she was having these same urges to run!

I looked at her, wide-eyed (well as wide as my squinty little eyes get). and replied with, "ME TOO!"

At that moment we both knew that we were destined to be Marathon buddies!

Keni's goal was to run a Marathon by the time she was 25 years old- mind you she is only a year older than me- totally do able. . . Then Keni came back from the weekend break and said she was going to run the Top of Utah- THIS SEPTEMBER!  

With no hesitation I agreed.  

September 17, 2011 I am running a Marathon.

There is going to be lots of dedication involved. 

as well as:

Pain- mostly pain.

Time.

Life-style change.

-But hey it will be good right- 

I watched my friend Parker run in the Marathon last year.  

He kicked butt- and when he was done he basically died. . . I may just kill over-

Wish me luck- I have a long run ahead of me.


Did you know a Marathon is 26.2 miles?- just sayin'

bushy brows and all.

Everyone sees their own imperfections, and I have been picking myself apart all day.

I for one have bushy eyebrows- like MAN EYEBROWS that grow down my eye lids!  GROSS! (thank the heavens for hair wax, it is a lifesaver, or a hair-remover.  No pun intended.)  


I am strong.  I have muscles in my arms and legs that are a tad-bit largish. . .  Now, I love being strong and muscular, don't get me wrong but it also causes times to be tough. . .
1)  Most girls don't have muscles so clothes don't fit right.
2)  Boys always want to compare and then arm wrestle, I am competitive so sometimes I will play- and sometimes I win.  Note-to-self: not good to beat a guy at an arm wrestle (they don't take it very well).

I could sit here and continue "picking" until all I would have left was pieces.  But I won't.

When I am picking myself apart I forget that my body was a gift, a gift from God.
It is even worse when I start "picking" at someone else.

Yesterday I went to Temple Square to see the lights.
Of course they were spectacular- I mean they are the Temple Lights, but that isn't want I caught myself looking at all night long.  As I walked around the grounds my eyes were lost in the crowds of people that were taking in the beautiful sights.  I was in a humble mood- taking everything in.
I sat down in the corner of the room on the floor in the North Visitors Center at Temple Square and stared at the people around the Christus.  I felt calm.  I have always been a deep-ish thinker and while I was sitting there the thought that I knew all these people was humbling.  The knowledge that the Lord loves all of his children gave me peace and I was reassured in that moment that this church is true.

It is a small moment like this one that put me in my place.
These moments remind me of a greater perspective and forces me to my knees.
My heart is filled with gratitude.
I love myself.
I am thankful for my bushy brows and all.