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RACE #117: March Madness Half Marathon


Running is so rewarding — it’s inspiring — it’s motivating — and, yet it’s hard. It’s easy to forget that. But, running in all it’s simpleness — is tough as — you know what.

Sure, it would have helped if I went into the race fully trained. But, that wasn’t the goal. I mainly did it to get my race wiggles out and to use it to gauge where I’m at with my training. There was no goal time or certain pace I wanted to attain — I just wanted to give my best effort and see what happened.

And, I feel like I attained that.

It was a humbling experience too. It’s been my longest run since the Revolution Run in January. I had lost a lot of speed and stamina in the later part of last year, just from complications to my thyroid/testosterone issues. So I wanted to use the first few months of the year to build up towards a half marathon.

As evidenced today — I can still run … or complete, a half marathon. It hurt. It was painful. But, I did it. But, I don’t want to simply finish a half marathon, I want to run a half marathon like I know am capable of running it.

Obviously, easier said than done.

So the goal has been to lead up my training to the Provo City Half Marathon on May 7th — so far, so good. Well, despite a couple weeks of non-running because of illness. But, I’m still on track to be trained by race day.

But, I needed this challenge — I needed this race. I needed a physical and mental challenge for me and this just seemed perfect. It was a small race — relatively cheap — and between my last race and Provo City. So I signed up — of course with no expectations.

From all indications this was a first time race — I didn’t see it on the race docket last year — so I am assuming it’s new. And, so going into the race, I was expecting a small runners field — which was the case.

So I expected to be the last runner going into the race. Especially since it was a flat course along the Legacy Parkway Trail. But, I actually wasn’t … I was third to last. Which makes me bummed that only the first three finishers get medals — I think us in the back deserve them too!

There were a few familiar faces along the course — which is always a treat. And, from miles 3-8 I was able to run with my friend JoAnna and Michael. That was much needed. It helped me stay on pace longer than I think I mentally could.

Around mile eight is when my body started to tank some — which I kinda expected. Even at mile eight. Usually I hit that wall around mile 10-11, but since my longest training so far has been five miles — I was expecting it.

So, after sending JoAnna and Mike ahead of me — I just focused on the nitty gritty last five miles. It was tough. It was hard. I might have cried. But, it wasn’t from pain — I had dropped my opened uneaten Gu on the ground.

But, I just focusing on moving forward. I did a run/walk method, but that quickly turned into a shuffle/walk — which than turned into a shuffle three steps/walk method. Needless to say, there was NO juice in my legs. None.

Yet, I was okay with that. I was expecting it. I just put my music on, zoned out and tried to get lost in my thoughts. Which worked for the most part — though I’d get the occasional biker yelling “to your left” — which totally broke my zen moments.

Anyways, once I was on the home stretch — I was just happy to be done. I found a huge plate of oranges and just sat there munching them down while drinking down water. It was pretty much the nearest to heaven I’ve been while running. I could have eaten the whole plate.

And, so I survived race #117 in my 180 race journey. It was everything expected — tough, ugly, difficult and nothing to really write home about. BUT … it was very rewarding. It gave me time to get lost in thought, experience and process what my body was telling me and be a part of the running community.

Now, excuse me while I walk around funny — looking like I have been riding horses for two weeks straight.

I may or may not have the saddle burn to prove it as well. But, that’s another story for another day.

Now to focus 100% of my effort on Provo!



As noted above — this is the race I am training for currently. This isn’t my goal race for the year, but obviously want to give it my best effort.

This will be my fifth time running Provo — which sounds SO weird saying. It’s hard to believe that I’ve been running over five years now. It all seems so new to me sometimes — and I guess some of it is, like the ultra marathons and longer distances. But, still. Five years?

I don’t have a goal time for this race … yet. I am thinking about 2:30-2:40 would be ideal, but I’d be happy with anything under 2:45 right. Since it’s mainly a downhill course I feel like that’s doable.

Anyways — PROVO OR BUST! (never thought I’d be typing that)



If you haven’t listened to the latest episode of the Runcast USA — give it a listen. We’re talking about winter running. Sure it’s now March and the weather is decent — but, you never know when a freak spring snowstorm could happen … right?

Anyways — give it a listen and let us know what you think …



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RACE #108: Sandy Fire Station Run


So yeah, I totally wasn’t planning on racing a half marathon this past weekend. The plan was actually to run with my RYR pacing group in Provo. But, over the past couple of weeks a few things happened to change those plans. Mostly, the lack of a fully functional car. So I had to reverse course.

The plan midweek last week was to just do 6-8 miles or so here in Bountiful. I hadn’t run my favorite route along Bountiful Blvd. and the temple for a while so I was kinda planning on that. But, then again, one thing led to another and I reversed course on that as well.

No, I wasn’t planning on staying at home and marathoning on Netflix, but I got coaxed into doing the Sandy Fire Station Half Marathon. And, well, I couldn’t say no. It’s a small race. There were about 70 or people who registered … and about 30 or so that actually showed up to actually run it. But, the course starts and finishes at Station 32 in Sandy and runs around Sandy City and past Station 33, hence the name of the race.

We were all excited about the run until Jill saw a sign to a Yard Sale, then all hell broke loose.

I’ve actually been aware of this race the past few years (this was their 8th year running it) and I’ve wanted to run, but in the past I’ve had other races or obligations that deterred me from doing it. So I jumped on the opportunity when I could get a bib. Plus, the fee is a flat $40 if you register until the day before the race. And, $50 if you register the day of the race. Not a bad price for a half marathon here in Utah.

Once I decided that I was going to run the race I put it out there on Facebook to see if anyone else wanted to run it with me. I wasn’t planning on going fast. My legs were still very much post-marathon … ish. I just wanted to get out there and run to help continue to shake them out and give myself another race before vacation and Layton.

I threw the idea out to a number of friends and the one that bit kinda surprised me. My friend Jill. Not because I didn’t think she could do it, but because I didn’t know if she wanted to do it. Considering the fact that she is 27 weeks pregnant. After two difficult pregnancies Jill has been not just cautious this go around, but also bold and unafraid. She’s been exercising, walking and running when she can. Something you might not have expected if you knew pre-running Jill.

Running has really changed her life, perspective and mental aptitude. It’s been really fun to watch. One thing I’ve always loved about Jill is that she won’t take crap from anyone, but in the past many times she didn’t treat herself that same way with her doubts, fears and anxieties. But, since watching her embrace running and doing her first marathon I’ve noticed that she doesn’t take crap from those same doubts, fears and anxieties anymore. It’s really changed her.

It’s always fun to meet digital friends in person! Great to finally meet you Robert!

Going into the race Jill gave me forewarning that it would probably be A LOT of walking with some running interspersed. I was fine with that. I told her I wasn’t planning on speed and if I need to push it some I could run ahead and run back if needed. So she was sold and ended up registering as well.

The race started at 8am, but there was also an early start at 7:30am for those that wanted to get a jump on things. We knew we’d probably be fairly slow so we showed up to race pickup at 6:30am and asked if we could start earlier. They had no problem with it. They gave us a map of the course and told us to look for the yellow cones. So we ended up heading out at 7am.

We got a good jump on the competition and joked that we had a 5 mile lead on the competition. We reveled in us both being in first place for about an hour and a half. But, once third place showed we didn’t put much of a fight up to maintain our lead. Frankly, it was actually kind of fun to cheer on the passing runners. We also judged everyone’s quads and gaits. Something we do entirely too much, but can’t NOT do.

My post-race meal also turned into my free meal at the Black Bear Diner. I won’t lie, I was tempted to get the Bear Claw French Toast if I didn’t like my fourth heart valve so much.

We even had a few friends and new friends pass us that stopped to say hi. It was fun. The course support and volunteers couldn’t have been any more awesome either. Especially since we were the last ones out on the course. They checked on us along the course a couple times to make sure we were doing good and having been prepared to be slow we had no problems.

But, more than that I was just very proud of Jill. I know it wasn’t easy for her. And, I told her if we needed to stop at anytime we could. But, she kept pushing and fighting. And, as I said earlier this wasn’t the old Jill I knew. This was fighter Jill. This was Jill not letting her past high risk pregnancies define what she could and couldn’t do. She was doing something that she could also tell her unborn son that she did while pregnant with him.

I recorded us crossing the finish line for two reasons. One to capture this awesome moment of Jill conquering SO much, but also to let her son have something to watch showing how awesome of a mom he has. Henry really needs to know how much of a badass his Mom is …

When I decided last minute to run the Fire Station Half, Jill got this crazy idea to do it with me.The thing is she is 27 weeks pregnant. To most women that would be nothing, but for Jill this was a challenge. A battle.Having two previous difficult pregnancies this was a very empowering moment for her and her unborn son.To me this is a testament that running changes lives and bodies. Well … and how awesome Jill is.We might have been the first and last people on the course, but that doesn’t matter … she finished … we finished!I am so proud of her and this accomplishment. If you knew Pre-Run Jill you’d know this wouldn’t have happened!

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After the race we both commented that we’ll be back again next year. Because it’s a beautiful course. Challenging and beautiful. I highly recommend anyone looking for a beautiful, challenging and affordable race around her in Utah to check this one out.

Plus, as Jill gushed all throughout the race, they have real Gatorade. None of the powdered stuff.

That should be reason enough, right?


This is the look of death I get when asking @jvgabica if she can carry my jelly beans. #itscalledtheimnotapackingmulelook A photo posted by Joshua O. Snow Hansén (@mejosher) on

Baby bump? What speed bump? 13.1 miles for this lady at 27 weeks pregnant! #pioneerwomencouldntevendothis A photo posted by Joshua O. Snow Hansén (@mejosher) on

Wasn’t planning on racing today. But, after getting a last minute bib I was joined by my friend Jill. Who, BTW, is 27 weeks pregnant. It wasn’t our fastest and it was most definitely our slowest. Heck, we were the first and last runners on the course. But that didn’t matter. We had fun together. Plus, Jill did something she would never imagine doing pregnant … run a half. I am extremely proud of her and her accomplishment today. Having known pre-running Jill as well … this was HUGE! HUGE! HUGE! HUGE! Even as we ran and neared the finish line we’ve already talked about doing this course next year, because it’s gorgeous! #firestationrun #race108 #running #utah #run801 #runutah #workout #diet #exercise #halfmarathon #hypothyroidism #hypothyroid #thyroid #firstshallbelastandlastshallbefirst #fitsnap #run #wod @fight4phat @running180 @mejosher A photo posted by Fight4Phat™ 🏃🏻💨 (@fight4phat) on

Sometimes when you come in last you actually win. Like a bunch of bananas. #bananas4thewin A photo posted by Joshua O. Snow Hansén (@mejosher) on



Okay, I really promise that my next race is the Layton Marathon unlike the lie I told last week. I am going to be out of town next week otherwise I probably would have ran the St. George Marathon. I really kinda wanted to do it again. But, alas, I won’t. So I promise October 10th will be my next race.

I am really excited about the Layton Marathon for MANY reasons. One, it will be my 9th marathon. Two, it will mark a month before my 50K. Three, I’ll become a world record runner at the end of the race! Something I am excited for. Not so much for the title, as for the adventure with the 80+ other runners I’ll be chained together with.

It’ll be something should be a lot of fun. I am going to blog more about it as we approach. But, it should be a lot of fun and something I will remember for a long time about my this crazy little running adventure of mine.


Total Mileage Breakdown for 2015
2015 Training Miles – 206.5 miles
2015 Walking Miles – 315.05 miles
2015 Race Miles – 352.8 miles
2015 Total Miles – 874.35 miles
Monthly Total Miles for 2015
January – 78.8 miles
February – 72.85 miles
March – 115.3 miles
April – 76.3 miles
May  97.4 miles
June  131.15 miles
July  101.65 miles
August  110.2 miles
September – 96.69 miles


RACE RECAP #89: West Mountain Half Marathon

89-westmountIt’s funny the difference missing a few things can make in a race. On Friday I took my gym bag to work with me, but forgot to take it home. It just completely slipped my mind. I had my Garmin, Imodium, my gels, salt tablets and my lucky hat. All crucial to my running, especially that lucky hat.

Well, okay, more like the Garmin. I haven’t raced without in a Garmin … since … well … when I first got my Garmin. It really has helped me keep on pace and motivated during races. I can gauge my distance and really push through those “walls” much easier. I love my Garmin.

I thought about leaving earlier than planned so I could stop by my office for the bag. But, that really didn’t seem like a good idea, because since I work on the University of Utah campus and that’s where the Salt Lake Marathon begins … I didn’t want to be trapped in the traffic and/or closed roads so I decided to just run without it.

Me and the Twins before the race. I raced Joycelyn and actually won by TWO minutes! WOOT!

I wasn’t going to tank the race, but I decided to just go by feel. I guess “zen” run it? So after having about an hour long drive to Genola from my house I decided that was going to be my game plan. I was going to take what the course gave me, give it my best and go by feel.

I also threw out my time goal, because it’s kind of pointless to hold yourself to a time goal without the means to gauge your time. Right? Going into it though I wanted to be around 2:35-2:45 considering it was an out and back race (and at the time I thought flat … um, totally not flat!)

So, yeah, not a very solid revised race plan.

West Mountain in the background of the first mile of the race.

One thing I loved about this race is that my race didn’t start until 9am, so I got there around 7:30am and had time to hangout with a few of my friends who were running as well. I love having a relaxed starting line. And, by relaxed I mean … no, busing me up a canyon, huge crowds or adverse weather. You don’t get that with Extra Mile Racing events (well, they don’t control the weather … that I know of …) which I love. It’s very much a small-knit community.

The half marathon course was an out and back course. For some reason I was thinking it was going to be like the Saltair Half … flat. I don’t know why I thought that, because the race even has the word MOUNTAIN in the race title. It was definitely hilly and there were a couple of hills that really challenged me. But, to say I was disappointed it wasn’t flat would be a lie. I’d rather have hills than flat, not just for the challenge, but also for the sexier legs.

If you’re wondering … YES … hills make sexy legs. I am pretty sure it’s one of the back page rules of running.

RULE #38 OF RUNNING: Don’t give a thumbs up three miles into your half marathon, because it WILL back fire.

The first three miles weren’t that bad for me, but after that we had to climb our first challenging hill towards an apple orchard. You would have thought the terrain would have been pretty de-script running through farming country, but it was quite opposite. It was beautiful. And, when I took my ear buds out at the second aid station all I could hear were the buzzing of the bees in the orchard. It was unreal!

I never felt more like a city slicker in my life.

The course turned around on the opposite side of West Mountain between the mountain and Utah Lake. The roads were open, but there were VERY few cars along the route. In fact I am pretty sure I saw more tractors than cars.


I did have a slight mishap around mile 8 or so, I was carefully walking over a cattle guard making sure I wouldn’t twist my ankle. Well, I made it over the cattle guard unscathed, but then took two steps and twisted my ankle on a rock. I am fine now, but it affected my speed some afterwards.

Around this time also, I was neck in neck with a 70 year old runner. He was a nice guy and we talked a little bit, but deep down inside me I knew I couldn’t let him pass me. I couldn’t for all the pride in me. So, with a sore ankle and nice gradual hill in front of me I pushed it harder than I should have.

But, I put enough distance between the two of us that for the last three miles I didn’t have worry much about him anymore. My pride could be restored for at least another race. But, at this time the heat was starting to really get to me. Luckily, I was in all white, but that didn’t stop me from feeling famished after every half mile.


I went through my two gels, two bananas and 2-3 cups of water at the aid stations in the last three miles. No joke. The sun made me all salty and soaking wet. I really couldn’t get enough water. And, it was around this time that a little girl was standing outside her farm (remember we’re in farm country) and offered me a cold water bottle. I was so thankful. I didn’t know how to thank her so I handed her one of my GU Chomps I got at the last aid station. I really don’t think she knew what to make of my gift? Especially considering they were basically caffeinated fruit snacks.

But, I was VERY thankful for that water, if not just for the giving gesture.

Once I was finished I was famished. I guzzled down water, Powerade and … more bananas. I didn’t even look at my time until the day after. I laugh about that now, because I really though I ran somewhere around 2:45 or so. Well, I got that “or so” … try 3:04 hours.

Not sure why … but … I chafe on my back fat. Go figure?

I really wanted something faster. And, I won’t lie, I was slightly disappointed. BUT … you know what? I still did 13.1 more miles I would if I stayed at home. And, after a week where I wasn’t feel my best, I consider it somewhat of a victory. Even if it was a victory over not pooing my pants while running … that’s still a victory, right?

I have plenty of other races and I am really looking forward to the Provo City Half in a couple of weeks. I really, really, really want to shoot for around 2:30-2:40. I’ve ran the course enough that I know the technicalities and terrain of the race. But, this time I am TOTALLY not leaving my Garmin at work.

Well, that and my Imodium. Both are equally important …




After my race I stuck around the finish line and helped pass out medals to the finisher. I did this for a couple of reasons. First I am an Ambassador for Extra Mile Racing and I wanted to lend a helping hand, but, secondly, I wanted to also stick around and watch my friends finish their races.

Two of those friends were Ryan and Heather and they were both running their first marathon. I won’t lie, I have a special place in my heart for first-time marathoners. Having been there some three years ago I know how HARD it is to train, train and train for one, but then to have that all come down to THE RACE itself it can be a very emotional experience. Not just for the runner themselves, but for all those connected to them.


That’s why I love being around first-time marathoners, because for me that’s the PURE love of running. That’s the spirit of the marathon. Seeing their joy keeps me going and “IN TOUCH” with what running should be about. I’ve made a vow to myself to celebrate that as much as I can, no matter how many marathons I have under my belt.

But, I can just say it was an awesome experience seeing Ryan come in with his Dad and son there to greet him. Not to mention all of the other runners cheering him on. I was even able to hand him his medal. That was a great moment.

I was also able to be cheer in Heather along with Joycelyn and Angela as she crossed the finish line for her first marathon. I handed her a medal and gave her a big sweaty hug. Knowing some of what she has had to overcome physically and mentally to get to the point and to that finish line … I have the upmost respect for her. She’s a fighter.


And, she was fittingly wearing Wonder Woman gear for the ocassion. I am BEYOND happy for her!

Though I might not be running marathon this year, I want to celebrate them more and I sure got a great dose of that on Saturday!



The next race won’t be until May 2nd. I toyed with the idea of running the Tulip Festival Half or a redemption running Winter Circuit 30K, but since I am will working PrepperCon all weekend long … I really don’t have time to sneak in anything longer than a 5 mile run in the morning. But, that’s fine, because I will be running the Provo City Half on May 2nd, which happens to be one of my favorite races (mainly because its’ downhill!)

But, this race will also be somewhat of a milestone as well. This will be race #90! Which means I am HALF way to my goal of 180 races! It’s really hard to believe that I am half way to my goal, but considering this will be my fourth time running the Provo City Half … I guess it’s not that hard to believe.

Still, that’s a lot of running.



Total Mileage Breakdown for 2015
2015 Training Miles – 152.5 miles
2015 Walking Miles – 97.0 miles
2015 Race Miles – 79.75 miles
2015 Total Miles – 329.25 miles
Monthly Total Miles for 2015
January – 78.8 miles
February – 72.85 miles
March – 115.3 miles
April – 62.3 miles


Since today is Boston Marathon Monday, I wanted to share a few pictures that capture the spirit of “Boston Strong.” That day two years ago affected me and thousands of other runners. Though, I will never qualify or reach Boston, it was attack on my community, friends and country. The loss or harm of life troubles me no matter who or where it happens. I hope that as we celebrate the marathon today, we celebrate life, freedom and those affected by the happenings in 2013.


Boston Marathon Bombing Artifacts mebBOSTON-STRONG