Pray for Mom and her marathon...that was my request to "How can we pray for you in the coming week?" during our family council meeting, which we've been holding on Sundays right after we do Come, Follow Me. A couple of years ago, I ran my first marathon. I'd trained and prepared well, and hoped to get a Boston qualifying time. Throughout my training, I prayed like I always did, read scriptures like I always did, but I didn't really include Him in my training, and I didn't really go to Him for help and guidance with these goals. Or at least, I didn't include him as much as I should have, but I did go to Him when I needed a friend/mentor to run with on long runs as I was stepping into new territory, and he provided Kim who lived down the street and was in my stake, which is another amazing story. And then there's the time when He answered Scott's prayer, that I would find a friend to run with during St George marathon because it was my first and we were both a little nervous and I found Tom, also in the stake, and we ran the first 18 miles together. I did not qualify for Boston then.
Fast forward to several months ago. I signed up to run my second marathon, the St George marathon again. Most of my training, physically, was the same as the last time I trained for a marathon, two years ago, which is when I ran my first marathon. And actually, I did less running this time around. Last time I tried to run 5-6 days during the week, and increased the length/distance of my tempo runs, and my runs during the week. This time, I still did my weekend long run, I still did a tempo day (but only going up to 4-6 miles, which was less miles than before), and a day where I did sprints for half hour and cycling for half hour, but then I also had a walking day, and a day of weight training, and then a day where I'd do a really slow jog or walk jog sort of thing. BUT, what I DID do differently this time, was I prepared more spiritually and mentally. I prayed as much as I usually do, but this time, I included the Lord in my marathon prep. I included Him in my training and shared with Him my dreams of qualifying for Boston. I prayed regularly for help, strength and guidance. And He delivered! That's why I signed up for the Big Cottonwood marathon in the first place. Because I was prompted to, literally 3 weeks before the event happened. That's when I learned about the race, and it is when I learned that it is the fastest Boston qualifying marathon in Utah. It wasn't even slightly on my radar before, but I had been preparing for the St George marathon, so I was mostly ready and I felt strongly that the Lord had provided this opportunity for me and that this was His will. I was also prompted at this time, to listen to certain podcasts and follow different motivational speakers. I started writing down my dreams everyday, as if they'd already happened, so I'd write each morning, "I qualified for and ran the Boston marathon." Apparently when you write things down in that way, your brain doesn't know the difference and it really thinks you did, which is such an important piece in giving you confidence to going after your dreams. The things I learned helped me to train my brain. I felt prompted to visualize my hard runs. Many mornings, I'd spend time visualizing the race course for Big Cottonwood. Not only that, but I saw myself come down out of the canyon, and then keep running, even though I was tired and in pain, and I visualized myself pushing hard during the last several miles. I was also prompted to memorize a couple of scriptures that I used during the really hard parts at the end of my marathon.
Saturday morning, September 14th, I woke up at 345am, drove to Shauna's home (a new friend from cheer carpool, who was running the Big Cottonwood half marathon) and together, along with Heidi, we drove out to Big Cottonwood Canyon, where we caught different buses, to head up to our starting places for our races. I met a friend on the bus. Her name is Ariel and she's in her late 20's and has run a few marathons in the past. We had different goals and knew we wouldn't be running together, but we stayed together once we got up to the top, at Guardsman Pass, and hung out until the race began.
I felt great during the beginning of the race. Around mile three, my Garmin stopped working. I worried because I was trying so hard to keep a specific pace so I could qualify for Boston, and now I wouldn't know exactly where I was at. I had worn two watches, the other was to control my music and restart some songs once my playlist finished (I had 3 hours and 15 minutes worth of music), but by mile 6, I decided to turn on my running app on that watch, which would mean I wouldn't be able to control my music anymore. Shortly thereafter, my Garmin started working again, but it had restarted, so I was never quite sure on my distance and average pace. I used the mile markers to determine when I should drink my Glukos gels I'd packed (Glukos is more a liquid than a Gel, which is why I like it), I packed 4 and drank one about every 5 miles, and I also made it a point to get in front of the 3:35 pacer, and stay in front of him, since I was shooting to finish at 3:30. For a moment there, when my watch stopped working, a negative thought crept in my head about how unfortunate this was when I needed it for this particular race, but I did not let it linger. I quickly pushed it out and came up with another plan. Mile three is mostly uphill, but other than that, between miles 1-18, it's mostly down the canyon. This was nice and it definitely helped with my speed during those miles. I was trying to maintain 7:30's or right around there on that downhill section. I knew I'd need it at the end when there were several small but long hills that would slow me down. Around halfway through, it got harder. My body was getting tired. I took a quick potty break at mile 16 or so, but I tried to keep it as quick as possible; probably 30 seconds. By the time I'd hit the 19-20 mile marker, my body was spent. I was exhausted and in pain. I could tell I would be losing a toenail or two. But I kept a prayer in my heart throughout the run, and I turned it all over to Him now. When I did, I felt a real power enter my body. He renewed my strength and helped me to finish strong. During the final two miles, I felt so much power and love that it was overwhelming and a couple of times I began to cry. But I'd quickly pull myself together, because it's hard to cry, run and breathe well at the same time. It was such a powerful experience and another testimony to me of His love and tender care for each of us. I couldn't do it alone. He made all the difference. And we did qualify for Boston...me and the Lord.
In order to qualify, I needed to finish within 3 hours and 35 minutes. I finished in 3 hours, 31 minutes and 42 seconds! That's an 8:04 mile pace!
Oh, and I forgot to mention, Elisabeth was there with her cheer team, working a water station. When I saw her at mile 25, I handed her my water back pack which also had my phone inside, and kept going. I had started with 4 cups of water, which was too much for this race as it was nice and cool the whole way down the canyon, so I still had nearly 2 cups of water left at mile 25, and I wanted to get rid of the extra weight on my shoulders and back.
Scott and the little girls were there at the end, cheering me on. Charles was at an overnight scout activity.So, SO happy!!! And I am SO grateful to the Lord for all His guidance, strength and support throughout this entire process!


