Stef came over Saturday afternoon and we went to the expo to pick up our packets, went to the mall, and went to a pasta dinner with Blake. All during this time I wasn't excited.
Race morning comes and I'm dreading the race. San Antonio was so bad for me and I thought this would be worse since I had only ran about 5 times since then. It doesn't help that its about 32 degrees as we stand in our corral for 45 minutes (!!!!!) waiting to actually start running. By this time i cant feel my feet, my hands are frozen, and im even more mentally checked out. So we start running. With a plan to run until we want to stop and then mix in some walking. Our only goal was to finish. If it meant 4 hours later, or walking 12 miles, I didnt care.
And then an amazing thing happened. We crossed the finish line. While still running. Although it was my worst time to date, I was SO happy (intense IT band pain and foot pain aside). we did it! we were so proud of ourselves. it would have been so easy to walk because we had already come to terms that we wouldnt be sad or disappointed at all if we did. But I guess we are just awesome.
13.1 miles down! (and yes wer are wearing the same shirt in different colors. we are so cute)


























Rangers win!
