Just keep running...

My race is in 12 days. Me and dad ran 19 miles today and I couldn't imagine running another 7 on top of that. What did I get myself into? I could have never imagined the emotional journey this would have turned into. I have figured out so much about myself while feeling healthier than I ever have. I really do love to run. I think I just put too much pressure on myself. And on my body. I've had some really painful injuries as of late, and every time I've been conviced that there is no way I could keep going. But somehow I do. Last week I was running my usual course when i happened to come upon the TOU half marathoners. The 14th mile of my course just happened to be the last mile of the half. Unfortunately it was right when my bum hip gave out on me as well. All the race spectators were cheering me on like I was a participant! "you can do it" "you're so close"!! The worst part was that I could see the finish line, and all I could think about was not finishing my marathon and  having all my hard work wasted! It was quite the emotional moment! But with some fierce Chinese acupuncture and heafty counseling coming from the husband department I made it through. And somehow had my longest run of my life today. I wouldn't even be this far if it wasn't for trevor's tolerance, and dad's patience. My dad makes a dang good trainer. I should be his proof of success. At least we'll see next Saturday if I actually do succeed. What a journey.