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I did it. Salt Lake City 1/2 Marathon.
One of my yearly goals this year was to run a race.  A half marathon.  I am so glad that I did it.  I have never been an excellent runner but it was one thing that I wanted.  It was such a wonderful experience and truthfully it was a mental outlet for me after I had Max.  Brady was such a great support, always took the boys without fail when I trained. A few days prior to the race the awful Boston Marathon bombings occurred,  we were all given blue and yellow ribbons in honor of the victims and started the race off singing Sweet Caroline.   The energy was so fun, it was rainy and cold but loved running in it.  Along the way I looked up and saw this young man in a wheelchair with his father pushing behind, what an inspiration.  I will never forget that moment, I don't know why but I was so touched.  Thinking to myself  how blessed I am to be able to have a body that could run if I wanted to. Mile 9 was when I was beside a man who was in a roller-bike, feet dangling down and we were on a hill.  He was pushing with all his might.  It was incredible to see these people achieve this goal and see there perseverance.  This is a new found( I guess you could say hobby) of mine.  There will be more races to come I am sure.  Thank you to everyone who supported me and gave me encouragement.  It meant so very much.  My mom was so sweet and gave me a yellow Lily with my bib number on it.  It is now planted in my yard where it reminds me of a great day!