David and Sam. Our cheering section enjoying some good old Jack in the Box.
Blair and I before the race.Last Saturday I ran the Helvetia Half Marathon in Hillsboro, OR. A friend of mine told me about it so we signed up to run. Neither one of us had any idea what the course would be like. It ended up being the hardest half I have run and it was even harder than my marathon. I'm not sure if I was just not in great shape or if I did not adequately prepare for this particular course. It was very hilly almost the entire race. There is one part where you get a break for about 1/2 a mile to 1 mile or so but as you are going down hill, you are watching everyone ahead of you run right back up that same hill on the other side of the road, so you can only partially enjoy that break knowing that in just a bit you'll be heading back up. David came as my loyal fan and he said he knew I was dying when I crossed the finish line because generally when I cross the finish line I am smiling and waving. This time I did not even look at him. I went straight for the guy standing in front of me handing out cups of Jamba Juice. I thought I was going to pass out. All in all though, it was a good race and I loved the training so I'm glad I got to do it. I am pretty sure I'll do it again next year, but I'm going to train a little different this time.
It may appear that I am going fast because of the blurry picture, but don't be deceived, I felt like I had tree trunks for legs and all I wanted was to cross that finish line so I could quit running.
