Running when Pigs Fly

What a hectic two weeks it has been. First I ran the Illinois Half Marathon and crushed my time from last year. Then my crazy friend Nichole convinced me to run a 1/2 marathon the next weekend in Cincinnati Ohio. It was a challenge that I was up for. Those who have known me for a long time know that I always said that I would never run and always said I hated it. The title alone of this half "Flying Pig" was very fitting for how I use to feel about running. The night before race Nichole drove me on the race course and I was instantly nervous. It was 3 miles of huge hills....NOT Chicago hills people, I am talking real hills about 500ft in elevation change hills :-) The morning of I was like always nervous. As the race started I decided that I was just going to run.....what I have trained to do. In my head I kept telling myself that my time didn't matter too bad my heart was saying you can PR again. I decided at mile one that I was going to go all out go home :-) I was astonished with how well I really did. I was able to PR a second weekend in a row!! 2:08:19- Yes ma'am soon I will be able to run a half in under 2 hours.

I want to take a minute to say thanks to Nichole- thanks friend, for introducing me to this sport that has changed my life in more ways than you will ever know and helping me find me :-)