That's when I got to be Deanna for a day. And it was awesome.
Deanna is a fast runner. Ok, she's kind of fast. Not super fast, but fast enough to be in the top 1/3 of all the runners who participated! Go Deanna! Deanna had the best run of her life that day ("that day" would be Saturday, May 21st, 2011). Deanna couldn't sleep the night before the race. She got in maybe 30 minutes. By 3:30 a.m. she was too restless to stay in bed and started getting ready for the hour + drive to Ogden from Park City. By 4:15 she was on the road solo, with not a clue as to where to meet the buses that take you to the start of the race.
Deanna was exhausted but stoked to begin the run. She ended up driving her car to the beginning of the race because she missed the busses. She was lost at one point and trying not to panic. (This was greatly abated once she got out and took a tinkle BEHIND the port-a-potties).
Ipod ready, sugary energy goo in her system, she took off at 7 a.m. and didn't stop, didn't even flinch for a second, until she crossed the finish line strong--in under 2 hours, which was her only goal.
The weather was beyond perfection. The scenery was breathtaking, the few runners she talked to were friendly and interesting and motivating. Deanna ran the second half faster than the first, had a great pace, was on a high the entire day, and can't wait for her next race!
I want to be Deanna for a day more often!
THANK YOU, Deanna! It was so great to be you!
When they put the medal around my neck after crossing the finish line they said, "Great job, Deanna!" I just smiled.
Seconds before this photo was snapped, Pedro was pushing against the tree, "stretching", like his mommy. Too funny.
Because I parked at the starting line, we had to drive back up Ogden Canyon to the town of Eden to retrieve my car. We ate at a darling little fresh Mex place that was absolutely delicious. The service was great and Peter had a ball sitting on the bar stools. Best behavior I've ever seen from him in a restaurant.
It was one of those "perfect" days where all the stars were aligned. I felt like I was really living in the moment, soaking in the love of my husband and son, clearly remembering with sweetness the life and light of my daughter, feeling alive and invigorated from the race, and in awe of the beauty around me. I highly recommend the Ogden marathon/half marathon. What an unforgettable experience.
After making it home, I threw a surprise birthday party for Vic--more on that in the coming days. What a full weekend. And of course, 3 years since saying goodbye to Lucy yesterday. That's when I crashed...physically, emotionally, everything.