My Team

I ran a half marathon. Me. Lacey Johnson. I ran a half marathon. Nobody ran it for me, I did it all by my grown-up self.  I NEVER would have thought that 13.1 miles was even a remote possibility. I am a SSSLLLLOOOOWWWW runner and I don't look the least bit graceful as I run, but I ran. It was a really hard thing, and I didn't even quit. So take that! I even took 2235th place! Ha!

The whole time I was training I kept saying that "running just isn't my thing." And guess what, it still isn't. But do you want to know the stupidest part about it all??...
I will do it again. I don't have the next one planned yet, nor do I have plans to plan one, but I'll be back to beat my 2:52 time.

My purpose of this post is mostly to talk about my team, though. After running for nearly 3 hours, with every piece of my body begging me to stop and the finish line so close, I saw (and heard) my loved ones standing along the final stretch, cheering me on with signs and all. This was the expression on my face:

I don't think there is any question as to the emotions I was feeling at that exact moment, and I don't feel that I could or should put words to those emotions. I did a hard thing, and there they were, exactly where I needed them.

My team. The best team in my whole world! (including those who were there in spirit)

Thank you for being there.