So... I decided to run a half marathon. I talked my dad into running it with me. And by running it with me I mean we ran the same race on the same day at completely different paces. My cute dad is pushing 60 and he still kicks my trash at running. When I am 60 I hope I can run a half marathon significantly faster than my children (don't worry, I won't hold my breath).
Here we are after the race
One of my BFF's Jena (far right) ran it with me... and by with I mean actually with... well, until mile 10 when my IT band hurt so bad I couldn't quite keep up with her.
This next picture is a BEAUTY!
I almost deleted it from my computer and then I thought... no... I need to post this on the blog so if I ever think I want to run a half again I can easily remember what I looked like at mile 12.5 knees locking up, IT Band causing so much pain with each step I wanted to flag down the nearest golf cart.
Running really isn't a glamorous sport for me ;)
3 comments:
WOW!You are my hero. I don't think I could ever run that far. Go Kelli!
Ummm can I just say I am completely impressed (and slightly disgusted) that you did that! So amazing, Kel! Oh and P.S. you are one skinnie minnie!
way to go! that picture is fabulous :)
-erin
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