My first race-Thanksgiving morning

It was my first 5K race!
I put the number over my stomach to remind me that I was racing with a little partner...four months old in the womb later this week. It would be great if I had a little round pregnant belly like other women. I just look thicker. Like a tree. A short tree.
My romantic dream had always been to be a marathon runner, but I have held a secret aversion to running since 6th grade P.E. The mile and me were not friends.

So, finally, I wanted to accomplish my first goal of a 5K without walking. I had not done this since my mission, and I had never entered a "race". This probably was not a big deal to anyone else, but it was to me.

One of my cute cousins had not eaten pre-race, and started dry heaving. Not me...I prepared carbohydrate-wise by eating 3 packets of oatmeal (peaches and cream:) for two hours before the race. Way too much, but I wanted to make sure that I had no sugar lows, especially while pregnant. And, I tend to overcompensate.

Anyway, it was awesome. I found that after the 8-minute mark, I could run forever. I think that I had usually stopped before that...before I was warmed up. Now I know that I can run forever...or close.

The best part was getting to the finish line and seeing family. It was a like the Celestial Kingdom. Because they are better than I, of course, they reached the Kingdom first, but slow and steady, I made it too. It was great to see them: Aunt Liza, Uncle Loren, Jenna, Jeff, Terry Jr., Trisha, Eric, some of their children, and a few I did not see, but Andrew did, Merissa, Tate, and Tavner.

My Mom said, since I ran, I could eat anything that I wanted for Thanksgiving. Hooray for Aunt Liza and the Draper, UT Thanksgiving 5K.