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RACE #167: Snow Canyon Half Marathon

A few months ago this weekend was very much an unknown variable. I wasn’t expecting on racing, but I wanted to. There wasn’t a half marathon in Northern Utah, but the Snow Canyon in Southern Utah was — and it’s a favorite of mine. So with some urging of friends I decided to make a quick trip of it.

I figured adding another race this year would help alleviate my race schedule in 2018, especially leading toward my 180th race in July. I really want to focus on speed and strength and I know that will happen by not racing or running long distances every weekend. I have done over 30 half marathons this year — and it is too much for me.

Despite wanting to run less, after I signed up for the Snow Canyon Half Marathon I found out that a group of friends were also doing the Joshua Tree Half Marathon in Joshua Tree, California that same evening. This intrigued me for a couple of reasons … one, because it’d once again alleviate my 2018 race schedule and, two, being Joshua Snow Hansen, I wanted to run my name for the day.

(Joshua) Tree Half Marathon.
(Snow) Canyon Half Marathon.

How many people can claim that they’ve been able to run their name before? I had to do it. I had no other option.

It was destiny.

The plan was to carpool down with my friends Julianna, Crystal and Chris on Friday afternoon in order to grab our race packets, run Snow Canyon Half on Saturday morning and then book it to Joshua Tree in time for that race, do it, drive back to St. George that night and then home on Sunday morning.

It didn’t quite happen that way. But, it was still an adventure and a half that you’ll get over the next two posts. Because, it turned out not quite the way I thought it would. But, still enjoyable and fun.

When we arrived in St. George on Friday evening, we made our way to the race expo and then went to dinner at Pizza Pie Cafe. Since most of our car was on keto — we ate salad and then the toppings of the pizza. Yes, we left the crust. But, for $10 and all-you-can-eat pizza — it was perfect. And, much better than buying one pizza for $10-$15 and doing the same thing.

We crashed at a condo that night and we were out the door for the first race by 6:15am. The plan was for the faster runners to come back, shower and change. Then they were going to bring me my change of clothes where I’d take a hooker shower in one of the Honey Buckets before the 5+ hour drive to Joshua Tree.

After waiting at the start of the race for about an hour, we were off just a few minutes past 8:30am. I felt good. My race plan was similar to my race plan two weeks ago when I ran the SoJo and Howloween Half Marathons. I wanted to trash my legs on the first one so I had fight through the stiffness, pain and fatigue during the second race.

Knowing the course and that the first couple of miles were a bit of a climb, I took it a bit easy until we got to Snow Canyon, then I just let it rip. The downhill windy roads through the canyon were fast, awesome and downright gorgeous. I stopped a couple of times to take obligatory pictures, but for the most part I kept a good clip.

The first 6-7 miles were perfect.

Since being on keto I’ve been running with a hydration pack filled with Powerade Zero — mainly for the electrolytes. After I keto crashed at Run Elevated in August, I haven’t wanted to take the chance of doing it once again. It’s been nice to have, especially when I get hungry, because I’ll pack a few almonds or whatnot in there as well.

I kept sipping my Powerade Zero throughout the first few miles and I was just enjoying the race.

But, around Mile 9, I hit a wall. Or a wall hit me? Either way, I got super nausea and threw up. This was the fourth race I’ve thrown up at while on keto. And, I still haven’t figured out exactly why? Part of it I reasoned is because I am not used to eating breakfast before 11am (I do intermittent fasting) and the food I eat before and during my race that early just doesn’t settle well.

I also thought the nausea could have been from squeaky cheese I ate before the race. But, whatever the case was — I was having none of it. After throwing up at Mile 9, I kept throwing up. I threw up six additional times during the race.

I don’t mind throwing up, but I hate throwing up in front of people. Especially out in public and during a race. The last thing I wanted was another runner, race official or random stranger to stop and ask me if I’m okay — or pull me off the course.

The nausea would come in waves. I was fine for the most part, but it seemed like when I’d slow down or stop at aid stations the nausea would come back. It was nerve wracking and disappointing, because I really wanted to be pushing myself a bit harder than I was after Mile 9.

I tried to throw up in convenient places — Honey Buckets, sandy areas, drains — anywhere were people wouldn’t be walking. When we got to the Entrada Golf Course, I made an effort not to barf on the golf course. It’s a REALLY nice golf course and if I learned anything from my Mother as a young kid, it was not to throw up on nice things.

But, once we passed the golf course — I threw up.

My only worry about throwing up that much during the race was replenishing my fluids so I didn’t dehydrate. But, the more I did, the more it seemed to make me feel. Which was so odd.

Once I got to the finish line after mingling a little bit with Curtis and Laura Eppley and some others, I felt the wave of nausea come once again. Having worked many finish lines and seeing many runners throw up — I just couldn’t get myself to that point to do it around SO many people.

But, I sheepishly went to a volunteer standing near some garbage cans and politely asked if I could throw up in it. I’m laughing about that now, but I really hate throwing up in front of people.

After one last episode of the barfs, I finally felt good. I drank my water and felt settled. I was really surprised at how much I could throw up, especially on a stomach that I thought was empty. It almost made me wonder if I had a second stomach I was unaware of?

Either way, I found some shade under a tree to chill for Julianna and the other come back so I could change. After waiting about a half hour, they came with a change of plans. There was no time for me to take my hooker shower. One of the runners we were going to down to Joshua Tree got sick and ended up in the ER to replenish her fluids

Something that made me worry a bit, because — did I need it too?

Either way, I felt fine now. So I just focused on drinking my Smart Water and refueling in time for Joshua Tree. Which was an adventure that provided me with a few more answers as to why I was nauseated.

Which was still an issue for my next race.


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RACE #132: St. George Marathon

Back in 2012 when I started marathoning I ran three marathons in three months. I thought I was nuts (I was). I never thought I would be in a situation again where I would be doing that many marathons not just within three months, but within four weeks.

That’s crazy … to at least me. I know there’s nothing special about it — there are many many many more impressive feats by much much much better runners than me than three marathons in four weeks. And, that’s not hard to find. But, considering that about 1% of the world’s population have ran a marathon — I’ll relish in that accomplishment.

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Anyways, the purpose of running so much — is basically to help in the training for my 50 miler. My training plan called for a number of 27 mile training runs — and instead of tackling these runs solo, I just decided to run a marathon instead of those runs.

And, why not? I get a fully supported “training run” with a t-shirt and medal to boot? Plus, I can run with my friends. Seemed like a win-win to me. And, they have been.

I’ve tried to focus on at least 1 or 2 aspects each marathon to help with my ultra training. The Big Cottonwood Marathon was time focusing on time on my feet — which was pretty much a given since I was sweeping the course. The Huntsville Marathon I wanted to simply trash my legs during the first 13-18 miles so I had to grind hard to crank out the last part of the race sore and tired both physically and mentally.

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Going into St. George I wanted to do the opposite of my Huntsville Marathon goal. I wanted to start out conservatively and then finish off the race strong. And, to measure that — I basically wanted to be able to finish the race without relaying on the Marathon Death Shuffle and feeling like I still had some gas in the tank to keep going.

They might seem like strange goals for a marathon, but the more I’ve delved into ultra training I’ve learned the importance of conservative starts. And, I’m not talking about a 1-2 mile conservative start, but like a 8-10+ mile conservative start. Because in an ultra you want enough energy in the tank to rely on at mile 35, 40, 45 and so forth. So I wanted to use this marathon as the training ground for a conservative start and my last looooooong training run before my 50 miler here in three weeks.

I’ve always loved the St. George Marathon. It was supposed to be my first marathon back in 2012, but not wanting to wait for the lottery I ended up signing up for the DesNews Marathon. But, I’ve ran it twice before and I just love it. Love, love, love it.

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I love it for a number of reasons. I love the course. It’s challenging. It’s fun. But, oh my heavens, it’s beautiful! From Central to Veyo to Snow Canyon to St. George — I feel like I am constantly in awe of the scenery around me. Plus, the organization is top notch and always fun without any major glitches.

Plus, you’re running towards St. George with 7000 other runners. It seems like you’re always running into a friend along the course. It’s just a fun festive environment. Pretty much the Super Bowl of running here in Utah.

The logistics around the marathon were for a quick trip and to not make a weekend of it. So, I carpooled down with some friends of mine — namely Martin, Sara and Doug — on Friday morning. We got to the race expo around 2pm to pick up our race packets. I stuck around for a few hours at the Runtastic booth helping give out shirts and registering people for the upcoming Haunted Half races.

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My friend Kevin — and former trainer — and former mission buddy — met me at the expo later that afternoon and I stayed at his place that night before carpooling to the bus stop. Kevin was actually my first trainer when I started my weight-loss journey and is the one I hold responsible for my running obsession. I remind him often that he’s the one that challenged me to run a 5K — and now look what he’s done.

I have a lot of respect for Kevin. Anyone who’s met him knows he’s just a genuine good guy. But, he’s tenacious with his goals. He’s been training to try to BQ the past several years with no success. But, that hasn’t stopped him. He keeps getting back up and trying again — I admire that quality in him.

And, even though he didn’t reach that goal again on Saturday, I admire his attitude and perspective about this attempt and his subsequent attempts. I have doubt that he’ll reach his goal. His example has been a great example to me and how I approach and tackle my goals.

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Anyways — after carpooling to the buses and taking the ride up to Central (aka The Starting Line) I hung out for a couple of hours before the race started. I was a little worried it was going to be cold up there like years past. But, to my delight — it wasn’t that bad. So I just kind of mingled for a while trying to work up the need to use the restroom before the race.

Because of construction in Veyo the marathon start line was done in waves. So the wait was rather long before I finally crossed the starting line. I wasn’t complaining because that helped me get in two extra bathroom stops. Plus, I liked the spread out crowd at the starting line — it wasn’t super congested like it has been in the past.

To still avoid the crowds and to get some “trails” in during my race I ran on the side of the road. Not the shoulder, but a little dirt trail that ran alongside the road. Runners were probably looking at me strangely, but I was in heaven — I was getting my trail fix in and avoid any mass congestion.

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After it thinned out I returned to the road and ran alongside my friend Christy before running into my Facebook friend Jessica and her husband. She was running her first marathon and was hoping to run into me because we hadn’t met yet. We ran a good 4-5 miles together right before Veyo where we parted at an aid station.

I was still going rather conservative with my pace and was planning on doing so up Veyo. I knew if I tried to beast my way up Veyo I would pay for it in the later miles. That happened to me in 2014 when I pretty much cramped from miles 8-12. I was determined for that not to happen again this year.

So, I trudged up Veyo with Christy we stayed together for a couple of miles before parting at an aid station. Feeling good I wanted to pick up my speed a bit. It wasn’t really in my race plan, but I felt a need to redeem those miles from 2014 “Crampfest” fiasco.

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Feeling good I just let my body dictate the speed. I just didn’t want to walk — both for the pride of not stopping, but also in fear that if I did — I would cramp. I did stop a couple of times — one, to use the restroom and, two, to take pictures of a tarantula that was making its’ way across the road. I ended up seeing three of them during the race. Nope. No thanks. But, still better than running into a deer in my books.

Once I crested the uphill climb after Veyo I took the next couple miles fairly conservative before turning towards Snow Canyon. That’s when I started picking up my speed — knowing the course would be mainly downhill towards the city. Being armed with a killer playlist and killer view — I just put myself into cruise control and enjoyed the ride.

The great thing about having ran a number of marathons the past few weeks the miles seem to pass by quickly. They literally seem to melt by step by step. There were a number of miles — specifically between miles 16 and 22. There were a couple of miles that went so fast I could have sworn the course was marked wrong. But, that’s not because I am some fast or amazing runner, it’s probably a better testament of my ability to distract myself more than anything.

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I was waiting to see if I was going to hit a wall. I was expected to hit it eventually. But, after miles 19, 20 and 21 passed I was really feeling good. But, then I hit it somewhere at mile 22. It wasn’t so much my legs giving out or the lack of energy, it was just hot. I felt like I was running inside an Easy Bake Oven.

And, on top of that I was trying to do math on how close I was getting to the 1pm cutoff at mile 23. I knew I was going to be close, I felt like I was going to meet it, but I wasn’t sure. And, asking me to figure the numbers while out running a marathon is asking a bit too much from me. Especially considering I was never a good math pupil in normal circumstances.

But, once I hit that wall I just kept going. I prayed for a little wind and just focused on keeping my feet up and myself going forward. Once I hit the mile 23 aid station and the bridge I knew I was safe. It was a great feeling even if I had more than 10 minutes to save. I heard they gave a little variance to that cutoff — presumably because of the Veyo Hill construction and starting line wave start. Either way I was just excited to be hitting the last 5K of the race — I just wanted to be done.

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Of course the last three miles were tough. But, during the marathon these are some of my favorite miles. Normally, I am not a fan of running around neighborhoods during races, but this is different. The marathon is very much a part of the community and the community gets behind it. They come out in droves to cheer on loved ones and strangers alike — and I love it.

There are also a number of impromptu aid stations along these miles. People are handing out Otter Pops, popsicles, ice, water, candy, fruit, etc., etc., etc. I love it. I love seeing so many of these citizens getting behind the race and helping out us marathoners during some of the toughest miles of the race.

I have to laugh about it now, but I got handed a popsicle at mile 24 and ate it like without any difficulty. Not wanting to just throw it on the ground I stuck it in my headband so I could throw it away at the next aid station. Well, I forgot about it and ended up running the last couple of miles with this stupid popsicle stick in my headband. I’m pretty sure I got a couple of great finish line pictures looking like a fool.

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Anyways, as I wended my way to the finish line I was feeling strong. I was sweating buckets and ready to down ten gallons of water, but I was feeling like there was gas still in the tank. This gave me a surge of confidence and helped me keep my legs up — avoiding the dreaded death shuffle.

As I crossed the finish line I was feeling a number of emotions — sore, tried, humbled, thirsty, proud, happy, hot — name it, I was probably feeling it. But, of all those emotions I was thankful for what I was able to do. This was my tenth marathon and each has provided a blessing and lesson. Because of that I will never take them for granted.

It was such a sight for sore eyes seeing my friend Wanderley at the finish line giving out medals. He was the perfect person to be there handing out medals. He is such a cheerleader and embodiment of what a runner should be. He is one of the nicest people you’ll ever meet. I was humbled getting my medal handed to me by Wanderley.

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In retrospect — I met all of my goals. I do wish I was a little faster. I finished in 6:24, but considering the conditions of the last half — the heat was no joke. But, standing at the finish line I felt like I had gas in the tank and the death shuffle didn’t manifest itself at all during the race (after the race is another story).

But, I felt proud of myself and what I accomplished. Plus, I feel more prepared and ready for my 50 miler, which is the whole reason why I was running this race and the other two marathons so close together.

I am ready to tackle this 50. Now for a couple weeks of tapering before finally tackling this beast. I can’t wait.

133 - park city red rock relay

I am pretty excited about this relay. I know I’ve talked a lot about it — but, this is going to be a special relay. I am going to be running this on a team of other Addict II Athlete runners — my AIIA Family. Some of us our veteran relay runners and some of us newcomers. But, either way it’s going to be a great experience and a fun way for me to spend my taper miles.

I am going to blog a bit more about this later this week. Plus, I am going to be sharing my story on the Addict II Athlete Podcast here either this week or next. So stay tuned for all of that. But, I can’t wait for the Red Rock Relay this weekend!

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230.5 miles


287.7 miles


1150.6 miles


1668.80 miles


998.20 miles

2017 race schedule

I’ve been working on my race schedule the past couple of weeks for the upcoming year. And, I swear it’s been tougher than years past. Not sure why?

Well, it could be with the pull I’m feeling to run more trails — but, also the desire to stick to half marathons next year. Plus, there are just a bunch of great races here in Utah that I just want to run.

Oh so many decisions.

Plus, a number of races are opening registration this week and I am going to have to make some decisions, especially with the ones offering killer early bird deals.

Anyways, here’s what I have planned so far — or what I am thinking of running so far …

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RACE RECAP #77: St. George Marathon


Alright folks, I think I am finally ready to announce a Michael Jordan retirement (meaning … I’m announcing that I am retirement, but in all reality, I’ll be back in about 18 months or so). I’m done with marathons. Completely done. This was marathon #7 and I think I’ll leave it at lucky #7. You know, I’ve gotta finish while on top (twss).

Now with that out of the way … I had a blast! I will always LOVE this race. Always, always, always! It’s a challenging yet rewarding course. Whether it’s the thousands of signs along the course encouraging runners or the sheer beauty of the natural red rock scenery surrounding you. There’s Veyo Hill, Snow Canyon and the valley going towards St. George. It’s probably my favorite course in Utah.

Snow Canyon in 2012. This alone brought me back in 2014.

And, that’s saying a lot considering how many awesome canyon runs we have, especially in the autumn. But, to me there is nothing more beautiful than the red rocks of southern Utah. It’s home to me. I spent three years in college in southern Utah and fell in love with it.

This weekend’s visit brought back a lot of memories for me. Especially the one time my friend Lola and I went to elope in Vegas, but ended getting as far as the Denny’s in St. George. This was even after I talked to her Mom and she … sorta … welcomed me into the family. And, one thing you need to remember about that story is that none of us drink. All you have to do is meet Lola and you’ll completely understand.

So, yeah, back to my running.

Me, Adrian and Jorge in route to St. George!

I carpooled down with my friend Jorge and Adrian on Friday afternoon. It was pretty much a party. We talked about running, the end of the world and even more about running. We even took a pit stop in Fillmore for some Costa Vida for a burrito. I was skeptical about going with the burrito since I was running, but since it was lunch I knew that my system would have enough time to process it (my Mom is going to hate that last sentence).

Once we got into St. George we went straight to the race expo. I love race expos, especially when you know you’re going to be dropping a lot of money. Well I’d like to think I was going to drop a lot of money, but in reality I spent $5 on gels and ended up winning two t-shirts. Heaven knows I need more t-shirts. But, I still took them gladly. Hey, don’t judge.

Trainer Kevin and I at the starting line.

I stayed with Trainer Kevin and his wife for the night. He was running the marathon as well. I haven’t talked much about Trainer Kevin as of late, but he is a mission friend of mine and my first trainer when I started my weight-loss journey. He’s a great guy and friend and I owe him A LOT for helping me get started. I also blame him for my running addiction. He challenged me to a 5K four years ago … and now look where it’s taken me? DANG YOU KEVIN!

Anyways, after a 4am wake up, I ate my pre-race breakfast of a banana and sweet potato. I don’t know what it is about sweet potatoes as of late, but I am addicted. It’s the best thing before a race. All, I do is nuke it and eat it. No butter, no sugar, no salt … just plain. Just writing about this makes me want to make another one. But, seriously, it’s heaven.

The race underway and the crowd unmoved. It took me 10 minutes to get to the starting line.

Once Kevin and I got to the buses and up to Central at the starting line we had about 45 minutes before the race started. So I did my routine of trekking it to the port-a-potties. I knew I wasn’t one of the first buses up there so my port-a-potty was “used.” And, by used I mean … NASTY! I’ve never really gagged in the port-a-potty, but I was afraid I was going to lose my sweet potato. But, this is just reality, right? (again, my Mom is going to hate this paragraph).

The race was delayed a half hour though, because apparently there was a bus that broke down on it’s way to the starting line. I didn’t know this at the time and I won’t lie … I was slightly annoyed after being delayed at the Big Cottonwood Marathon. I also a TAD bit more nervous because of the cutoff at the Snow Canyon Parkway. It was slated for 1pm, but thankfully they moved that 1:30pm. I only wished Big Cottonwood did that. I know that takes the cooperation of the community and law enforcement, but still … it would have been nice.

Gorgeous views of the marathon.

Anyways, as we got going I really felt great. And, I really mean great. I felt strong, I felt good and I felt optimistic that I might even get a PR (faster than 5:39). I started the run off slowly, knowing I couldn’t burn myself out too quickly. My goal was to run strong, walk the aid stations and walk (a mall walk pace) Veyo and Ledges. I knew those two hills could potentially kill me, so I wanted to run smart and technical.

The first seven miles were awesome. I was enjoying the run and once I got to Veyo Hill I flirted with the idea of running up it because I felt THAT good. But, I knew I had to stick to the game plan … soooooo … I did. After the aid station in Veyo (which by the way was my favorite, such great community support!) I walked up the hill. No problem whatsoever.

The citizens of Veyo out in droves supporting us marathoners right before we tackle Veyo Hill.

But, once I passed the hill and I started running, my calves started cramping. I was fine when I was walking, but everytime I tried to run each calf would just cramp. It was frustrating. I tried massaging them, I tried stretching them, I tried swearing at them … I tried everything. So I just sped walked as best as I could.

It was frustrating and humbling, because mentally I felt ready to conquer this beast. I started worrying about being swept off the course. I knew I had to get to mile 23 to avoid that and I was only at mile eight. I was slightly freaking out.

So, at the aid station at mile 9 I got some icy hot on my calves. It didn’t work. I had a nine year old boy apply the icy hot and it didn’t really do anything. I don’t think he used enough … plus … he couldn’t obviously massage it in as I needed (those last few sentences sound really awkward … don’t people get arrested for things like that?). So the pain and cramping kept happening for another few miles.

Slightly bummed.

By this point I was just upset. I was mad at my body, I was mad at Costa Vida the night before (sorry Costa, love you!), I was mad at my sweet potato, I was mad at myself for possibly too fast. I was trying to find A REASON why this was happening. I wasn’t in a good place and it was affecting my mood and my run. I knew I had to change my attitude if I had a chance to redeem my race and finish strong.

At this time Pharrell’s “Happy” turned on my iPad. Almost immediately this helped changed my mentality. So instead of listening to once, I ended up looping on replay because I had to beat that mentality into my head. And, it started working.

Once I got to the mile 13 aid station I got a great calf massage and I felt great. I also downed some caffeine and electrolytes and I could feel the change. I started picking up my pace and the cramps weren’t there … so … I picked it up more and more and just went with it. I felt go good I ended up listening to Happy for five straight miles. I didn’t dare mess with my mojo.

And, by this time in the race it helped a lot that the route moved more downhill. Once we got into Snow Canyon I just kind of put myself in cruise control and enjoyed the run. I once again felt great and I was extremely grateful. I didn’t want to be swept.

Thank goodness for the panoramic picture of the iPhone. This will bring me back again.

I knew that I wasn’t going to hit my goal time and I knew that I probably wasn’t going to hit my backup goal time (6 hours), but I just kept at it. At Ledges I once again walked the hill and made a couple of friends along the way. They were two sisters that were too funny! They kept the mood light and fun and before we knew it the hill was done. Once again I picked it up and felt great.

One of Braydon’s sign along the route.

But, then around mile 23 as I was approaching the cut-off I hit a wall. A nasty wall. Mentally, I was fine, but my feet started killing me. I knew I had lost a toenail in my left foot and I had blisters on both feet. Each step just killed me. I mean KILLED me. So, I just started walking. My intention was to walk a bit and then start running again, but every attempt just ended as quickly as I started to run.

Luckily at this time I ran into my friend Cevan and his wife. They too were DONE. So, the three of us gingerly walked the rest of the way. It was frustrating for me again, but I felt great about how my race unfolded, even if I finished it walking. Just the fact that I rebounded so early on to run strong made me not feel bad about the race. That’s why when I finished with a personal worst, 6:53:02 … I didn’t feel that bad. My time didn’t tell the whole story.

The post-marathon aftermath. We all tanked our races, but still had a great experience.

As quickly as I finished I had enough time to grab some chocolate milk and a couple of ice cream sandwiches before Jorge, Adrain and I were off on our back home. And, of course we stopped to Costa Vida in Cedar City to refuel. I could have eaten two plates of nachos, but instead with another burrito (safer choice on a road trip).

It was a quick trip, but it was fun. It was character-building, it was inspiring, it was beautiful and it was … just … what I needed.

But, as much as I loved it … no more marathons until at least 2016. In fact, I might just make my marathon for 2016 the St. George Marathon. I know this won’t be my last St. George Marathon, it’s too good to pass up. Plus, I have a little redemption business in store for the future.

Onto the half marathons that catching that elusive sub-two time!


NEXT RACE: Pink Series Park City Half Marathon (October 11th)

Total Mileage Breakdown for 2014

2014 Training Miles – 495.5 miles
2014 Walking Miles – 119.65 miles
2014 Race Miles – 360.65 miles
2014 Total Miles – 975.8 miles
Monthly Total Miles for 2014
January – 100.0 miles
February – 100.0 miles
March – 130.0 miles
April – 140.5 miles
May – 108.65 miles
June – 83.3 miles
July – 93.75 miles
August – 118.2 miles
September – 88.55 miles
October – 27.45 miles