Believe to Achieve

adjusted hip with a visit to my chiro yesterday.  As day wore on I my leg was near NORMAL!!!  go figure.  Decided to run Thanksgiving Point Half.  Asked RD for the 4-1-1.  Since it was a massive rain out he invited me to join the fun.  And fun it was.   I slept from 11 to 3am.  Got up took a shower cause I haven't showered since I got back from Boston Wednday. Too tired and busy.  Cut my hair. Went back to bed and stared at the walls.  Fell asleep around 530 to 640am!! YIKES should I still go and run.  Sat in bed for five minutes and decided why not?  It is pouring out and the course is difficult (the hardest half I know in Utah) to add to my "why not?" attititude.  Geared up and was in my car at 6:52am.  Hmmmm will I even make the start?  It takes a good 15 minutes to get there.  Maybe 13.  It was pouring the whole way and I had some doubts about my sanity.  Got there at 7:05am...and sprinted the 1/4 mile to the starting line from my parking spot.  I got there just as the gun went off so I ran up to the start and then started the race.  This course is accurate.  13.1 on the nose.  Stayed with Jonathon Crompton for the first mile (1:45 pacer).  I haven't run since Boston.  My right leg knew it.  It was tight.  The quad that is.  Tight cause apparently it did all the work for my nonfunctioning left hip to knee.  And my slower time at Boston helped me to do this run.  Even the 7:43 ap was tough at times on this ridiculously technical course running around and through the tulips and on dirt at times and briefly on wood chips and of course the famous golf course of endless peaks and valleys that each turn you think you may be at the end and it keeps going.  I definitely could tell I ran a hard long run Monday and that is all I told my body that the Boston Marathon was.  So today's run was just part of my training, although I don't know what I am training for????   St George is too far away right now.  So hmmm..not sure what races I will end up doing.  They have to fit my work schedule and I work every other Saturday.  Anyway...after stopping twice in the second mile... first to tie my left shoe...then a few feet from there stopping and tieing my right,  I didn't catch the 1:45 pacer until just after mile six.  I was in no hurry. This was some recovery run.  Ha ha.  Hills after hills.  Nothing my legs could do but keep going.  In the last several miles I passed a lot of runners.  Only one runner passed me back in the final miles...he passed me two or three times.  No biggie.  Not a race for me.  Just a I can do hard things run....like run a marathon and five days later run a hard half marathon.  Just proving to myself that I have something left to give despite the downward spiral I have been falling into this past year.   Last mile 7:09 thru the last of the 5k runners.  Began to pour after I finished.  Massive downpour.  I nearly didnt make it back to my car I was sooooo cold and stiff and my muscles were in shock from the new shoes and terrain and marathon a few days ago.  My new shoes btw are mostly white.  Ha ha....I was lucky they stayed white.  Now that is cool!!!  They broke in nicely although I think I sounded nice and loud in them clopping a way.  Time today was 1:41:09.    Got home and I was off to Courtney's piano recital at 10am and then three soccer games in the torrential rains!!  BRRRRRRrrr!!!! seriously soaked and cold.  Two wins and a loss but Amber did score the only two goals her team had even though they lost.  They got the worst of the weather with high winds and downpour.  I had to strip her down in the car to prevent hypothermia.  It was pretty intense after the game getting her to feel better while my husband drove us home.  Luckily she had a new top in her bag and I held her body next to mine.  Don't mess around with hypothermia!!  She could barely talk or move her arms and fingers.  Stripping down made the difference.  Then a warm shower and hot cocoa were in order.  LOVE soccer.  But not so much in the freezing rain.  Troy would disagree.  He loves to play soccer in the rain.  Weirdy.  : D.