Thursday, April 26, 2012

The Worst Parade Ever!

Some people think I am crazy because I like to run.  They're probably right. Running fulfills many purposes for me.  Health is only part of the reason.  I also like the warmth from the sun, the beating of my heart, and the feeling of accomplishment.  Running is also like therapy, but a lot cheaper.

Last fall Audra convinced me to sign up for the South Jordan Half-Marathon.  After that race, I kind of became addicted to running in half-marathons.  Soon after the South Jordan race, I signed up for the Salt Lake City Half-Marathon.  I tried to convince a lot of my friends to sign up with me, but for many of them, asking them to sign up with me, was like pulling teeth.  As a matter of fact, I bet many of them would rather have their teeth pulled than to run 13.1 miles with me.

I was kind of nervous for this race because I train as well for this race as I did for the South Jordan race.  I worried that I might injure myself, or just really struggle to finish.  I definitely felt much more pain this time around and even became a little dizzy around mile eight or nine. 

Luckily, there were funny signs like these which made me laugh off the pain:


As runners passed by him, he yelled, "This is by far the worst parade ever!"

Here I am towards the end of the race, about 60 seconds to the finish line:


 After I completed the race, I jumped back in to run with my friend Alesha:


This is what I look like after 13.1 miles:


I am impressed with the medals they give to all those who completed the race:


Needless to say, I enjoyed the run, but I was extremely exhausted by the end and had two hurting knees.  I decided to take a short nap afterwards that ended up being just over four hours!

Here is a comparison of my South Jordan Half-Marathon and my Salt Lake City Half-Marathon:


I was about 30 seconds per mile slower at the SLC race.  If I would have ran the same pace as I did at the South Jordan race (6:51/mile) I would have placed 68th overall instead of 146th.  It's amazing to me how 30 seconds per mile slower can make a difference of 78 spots.

Now I am trying to decide what half-marathon to run next.  Sign up with me! 


3 comments:

  1. JorDan. You are really cool. I can't imagine myself signing up with you though. I'd probably die. Then you'd feel bad. Then I'd haunt you.

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  2. I'll have to pass... but someday I will run a half marathon with you. (And by "with you" I mean, I'll run 3 or 4 minutes per mile slower than you, but I will be on the same route and eventually make it to the same finish line -- an hour later :)).

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  3. Nice job! Wow, it is amazing how much 30 seconds per mile makes in the rankings. Randy and I did a half marathon last year around this time. It was a great feeling of accomplishment. Maybe I'll run one with you and Heather sometime. (And, I mean 3-4 minutes slower than Heather.)

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