I don't want to bore you all with running and triathlon talk, but here goes anyway. This last weekend Chris and I went to St. George to run a race. We dropped the kids off at my moms on Friday evening and drove the rest of the way in. On Saturday Chris ran a half marathon, and was fabulous....again. I ran a 5k and got a PR (personal record)!!! I felt awesome, and was passing people left and right, which rarely happens to me in running. About half way through the race, I started feeling beat down, and I was starting to get passed by people. My steam had just run out. Well, Braxton's favorite song came on my iPod, Kung Fu Fighting, and I thought, "I'm going to run this song for Braxton." He loves that song and dances his little heart out to it whenever it comes on, so I just imagined his energy in my body. I was able to speed up and even pass a few people that had just passed me. By the time the song ended, the finish line was in sight, so I sped up even more and finished strong. I really needed a good race like that. I've been doing so bad in my training and races. I've been feeling like I am just not cut out for this. I feel good now.
Here is Chris kicking butt at the end of his race.
But....that's not why I'm sore. After that Chris and I found this little hole in the wall sandwich shop. I thought it was the best sandwich I had ever tasted! Then we drove a little south of Snow Canyon, parked the van, and jumped on our bikes. They had a bike trail, so Chris and I opted to ride on that rather than the road. OH MY HECK!!! There were some killer hills. In fact, I have never ridden up hills that steep. I've ridden up some pretty killer hills here in San Juan County, but NOTHING compares to those. If I'd have stopped I would have fallen backwards and rolled down the hill. In fact, my fear of falling down the hill is the only thing that kept me going! I can't even put into words how painful it was. Well, the trail met up with the road after about 10 miles, so we jumped on the road and went another 5 miles up. Coming back was a blast. Chris is a tank on the bike, so I caught his draft, and since it was all downhill on the way back, we kicked butt!
After that we went over to Sand Hallow Aquatic Center and swam laps. Then we had the best Mexican food ever. Poor Chris should have been the sore one since he ran the half-marathon, but I woke up with the sorest legs I've ever had. Chris felt fine. Did I tell you he's a tank? Dang my chicken legs!
We don't get to spend a lot of time alone since Chris is so busy, so it was really nice to reconnect and enjoy each other.
On the drive back, we stopped in the middle of nowhere. The kids had a blast throwing rocks, so here are some pictures of that: 
3 comments:
Good for you! That is the kind of sore you can feel really good about. It is so great that you and Chris can do stuff like that together, and that you were able to spend some time just the two of you doing what you love.
I am always so impressed with all of your adventures. The race sounds great. I wish I could tolerate running, but I absolutely hate it. It is great that you and Chris have something that you both enjoy and it is healthy too!
Holy freaking crap Sarah. You think Chris is a tank? I think you are a machine. I wish I could do half of what you can do girl. I have never had an athletic bone or whiff of motivation for that kind of stuff in my body. I'm so jealous. You are amazing. I would love to cheer you on at the finish line one day. Amazing.
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