So my husband (Darrin) has been running. He started in May of 2007 and hasn't stopped. He has done a couple of 5k races (which I have blogged about) but most has just been him running on his own. He has been so diligent and I am so proud of him. I had heard from a friend, who is also a runner, that the Provo Half Marathon is a really good half. She said that most is downhill and so it's a good "beginner's race". I mentioned it too Darrin and he was interested but we did nothing about it. Well, 2 weeks before the race it got brought up again and I asked Darrin if he was going to run it. We made a few phone calls to find out how hard this could really be and how far he should have run before to finish this. We were told it's probably good to have run 10 miles before. Darrin had ran 6 miles so far.
He went back and forth (all in a days time) about whether he was going to do it or not. He had pretty much decided he wasn't. Then he called me from work and asked me to go to the website and give him the info again. As I was reading the info (which I must inject he seemed very much like he wanted to do this now) he gets a phone call and says he'll call me back. Bad idea. Never leave me waiting on website where I am 1-click away from registering my husband in a race that I think is an excellent idea. So like any good wife would, I registered him. As soon as I did though, he called back, a little stressed, asking if I had signed him up. I said "Yea, isn't that why I was looking at the website?" He then said, he still hadn't decided, which I cheerfully replied "Well now you have!"
So now he had 1 Saturday to get ready, and he had to do at least 10 miles (the actual half is 13 miles.) He did great, he ended up doing 11 miles that Saturday and I think he felt pretty good about it. Then he got sick that week. He did his best to recover, but it really did put his running on hold. Regardless, we drove to Provo the night before and got ready for the race. I had to drop him off at 4:30 am for him to be bussed to the starting line. Then I had the easy job of going back to our families house and tried to get a little more shut-eye till I had to wake up and get the girls ready to meet dad at the finish line.

So as we showed up at the race there were so many people. Over 1000 people ran, so imagine that many people with families ready to cheer them to the finish. As we waited the time that I thought he would come in came and went. We had a great crowd though and I found myself cheering for every racer, and the girls even gave some claps. Then they got anxious, Baylie insisted she needed food (which I hadn't packed any snacks) and Jaya had to pee so bad that she was telling me she would just go in the bushes. I insisted that is something we only do in private (like in our own yard), which she assured me that she would go a little farther back. But I wasn't budging, she would just have to hold it, there was no way I was going to miss him cross the finish line, after we had already been waiting for close to an hour.
All the while many, many people were coming in and still no Darrin. When I saw the old lady with the knee brace (I am not exaggerating) come in, I KNEW that something had to have happened to Darrin. I still continued to keep the faith and falsely alerted the girls 3 times that dad was coming (I really need better contacts). Then the blessed time came, around the bend came Darrin! He looked great, and I was cheering so much that I didn't get that great of photos. He crossed the line at 2 hours and 20 minutes.


With the race completed I fully expected grand happiness and wonderful bliss. I guess I didn't really know about the GROUCHINESS factor. Darrin was very solemn and tired. It quickly brought to my mind when I had my second daughter. I had no anesthesia and everyone kept telling me that it was such an accomplishment, and that I should be so happy that I did it. I on the other hand was pretty upset that I did. So that's what I tell people now, he did it, but definitely wasn't that happy about it. I also learned that you don't ask when they are going to run another one, right after they are done. Also a no-no in the delivery room, which my dad totally did ask me that right after I delivered our 3rd. So I guess I am slowly piecing together that running is like child birth.

I do have to say that now Darrin is very pleased he did it, and is planning another one, and this time I will be running with him in November!!