I had a great weekend with my friend, Amy Guimond. You can read her blog here: The Point One Will Getcha. Amy flew out from Fort Lauderdale to run the Porter Half Marathon with me on Thursday. We spent the weekend being tourists in my hometown of Ogden, and Salt Lake City.
On Friday we drove to Salt Lake to visit Temple Square (which I’d really never done) and have some lunch.
We opted not to pick up our packets on Thursday night, so we were off early on Saturday morning for the hour drive to Draper City Park.
Now, let me start by saying, that the race information says this race is downhill and fast. Um, compared to Run Elevated last week this is not true. Yes, there were some good downhill portions but I myself would not classify this as a mostly downhill race. Second, Amy was coming off some bad foot injuries that had laid her up for a while. We were not looking to PR, just finish as this was her first half marathon back.
We got our packets and prepped our belts then headed to the wait area for the bus to the start line, which just happened to be at the mouth of the canyon I ran down for Run Elevated.
I told Amy this race was not about PRs. We would follow her intervals and pace and finish together. The course was open for 4 hours and I wanted to make she she didn’t reinjure and made it to the end.
We started on time and I thought I started my Garmin, but I didn’t. I started it .15 miles in…aurgh. HATE THAT!! But Amy’s started up correctly which was the one that mattered since we were doing her intervals. Right from the start we were back of the packers, like….last back of the packers. We settled into our intervals and off we went.
At the mile 4 marker, we each took a Gu and wandered into a beautiful sight that I wasn’t quick enough to get pictures of….two absolutely beautiful white tailed deer. The male, young, was off in the distance a little farther then the female, who came right up to us as we walked by, curious as to what we were doing. Amy was amazed. She’d never seen deer that close before. It was pretty awesome and was the perfect boost we needed at that point.
About mile 6 we had to stop running. The altitude is pretty significant in Utah and Amy, coming from Fort Lauderdale, was starting to feel it. My legs were also not happy with me from last week’s downhill, we opted to walk the rest of the way. We managed about 16 minute miles. Some other sights along the way.
Yes that is an Emu….and below a Zebra….ahhhh, Utah. These are from the Porter Rockwell Trail in Draper, UT.
Mile Ten. We were both feeling the pain at this point, so we decided to take our medicine, in honor of the Pioneer Heritage of the race. This is not exactly legal in Utah, but we didn’t care. We knew we were last in the race, the aid stations had already packed up (yeah, I’m a little miffed about that) and we knew were weren’t going to PR. We were going to enjoy the last 3.1 miles. And we did.
Amy’s philosophy is that you can only take so much Advil or Tylenol before you hit the max you can take. Whereas, with liquor, if your pain doesn’t dissipate, at least you can take another shot. Actually, one worked for us, very quickly. The pain I was feeling was slight about 15 minutes after taking our shots. We needed that boost of sugar, alcohol, and pain relief at that very moment.
The canyon where we started, way in the back. From that point on, we were walking fast, we even ran into a couple of ladies who had finished and were running back the other direction. I’m glad they passed us, because they notified the race folks (WHO WERE ALREADY PACKING UP!!!!) that we were still there on the track. Now, this is where I got angry. We were told we had 4 hours to finish the race. They were packing up at 3:30 into the race. I was not happy. We got to the finish, 3:39, we ran the last few feet, I let Amy go ahead of me and finish before me, I felt she deserved that. We got our medals, and while the folks that were there were incredibly supportive, I was still upset that everything (including the timing pad) had been picked up. We got our medals and headed back to the car to head to breakfast.
I am very, very, happy that Amy came out to run with me, get Utah in her quest for 50 states and complete her first half back from injury. She went home last night and I am already excited for Wine and Dine (which we are also running together in November).
I’m also thinking about doing this: