Finish Line Photo Contest is about to go down over here.
I was hoping you guys would send in one of your finish line photos with a few sentences about what that race/the finish line meant to you! I will narrow them down to ? (I don’t know a number yet… I know, I should be more organized) and then have you guys vote on your favorite one. The winner will get an awesome package of running stuff/treats that I will buy and send out.
I think it will be a real good time and we will all get goosebumps by seeing/reading about each other’s successes.
PLEASE send pictures and explanations to——> firstname.lastname@example.org
Brooke was about 5 months old and we went to St. George, Utah to run the absolute hardest 1/2 marathon course I have ever done in my life (the course map/elevation wasn’t online so I had no idea what I was getting myself into). I wanted to quit at mile 1.2. Like, really… I was crazy close to just calling it quits and having my mom pick me up, we were practically running up a mountain. This is where I started using the mantra, ‘I can do hard things’ and that really helped me to keep going even though I desperately wanted to stop. I made it to the end and even set a new pr at that time.
That finish line helped me to see my strength and potential.
I really stayed classy yesterday by hanging out in a t-shirt all day (from Jaybird).
Too cool for school. Brooke had her first slurpee of her entire life (at least that I can remember, I do know that I had about a bajillion of them while I was pregnant with her) yesterday (I just filled it up a little bit:)
We hung out on the grass while she dipped her straw into it and ate one drop at a time. We were there for a while.
And then we got busy at the park.
For dinner we had leftover quiche and my dad also had some steak waiting for us. I think I had plenty of protein.
I had great plans to get myself out of the house to do something last night but this sounded much better. I started reading Elizabeth Smart’s book, ‘My Story.’ Wow, I can’t even imagine going through what she went through and yet she stayed SOOOO strong through it all. She is one amazing woman and I am so inspired by her to have hope no matter what the circumstance.
I fully remember when she was taken from her home at the age of 14 and missing for 9 months (30 minutes north of where I live). So much good and so much evil in this world… I will probably be reaching for a much lighter reader after this one.
And one more picture from yesterday. Basically I just want to run at Antelope Island daily now. The movie will be done in a few weeks and I can’t wait to share it with you!
Let’s pretend you have your entire night free tonight… no plans, no obligations and you can do whatever you want… what would your ideal evening be tonight?