My training started off well. Starting off with 3 miles I was able to build to 6.5 miles within a couple weeks. Then I took a couple week break and February passed with me running maybe once a week. Then March rolled around and panic set in and I made it to 9.5 miles and pretty much stopped there.
March 17th and the time to pack up the family and head to moab arrived much sooner than desired. The race was on the 19th. The day before we decided to hike to Delicate Arch, which is always amazing, but maybe not the best idea the day before a race and with a 27 pound child strapped to your back. The hike went well, but I decided to take it easy the rest of the day.
We made it safely back to the trail head without any harm, but I knew I would have some soreness the next
day.
Race day arrived and I didn't have as much soreness as I thought I would. My biggest fear was that my body wouldn't hold up. Around mile 6 my fear came true and my hip started giving out on me a bit. Every half mile I had to stop and stretch in order to continue. Around mile 9 I finally stopped and had a really good stretch and I didn't have to stop again...to stretch my hip. Fighting my hip wore me out and I slowed down considerably in the last two miles. Coming around the last turn I could see the finish line, but it seemed like at was still miles away. I still made though. Crossing the finish line I swore I never would run a race again. Though I would like to consider myself a man of my word, now that the soreness is starting to wear off I am reconsidering that oath.
2 hrs 7 mins 39 secs
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