
It seemed somewhat fitting to be running my first half marathon in the running capitol of the USA just short of one year after Lily was born and during our last month or two here. It was amazing with 8000 runners and walkers and many, many more cheering us on along the side of the roads with their guitars, drums, car stereos, and some even with their industrial size sound systems. There was even one young man with his 80's mustache holding a tray of eclairs with a sign that said 'Free Eclairs.' I did pass them up, it just didn't seem right at mile 8. Colin and Lily dropped me off at 6:15 a.m. so I could walk to the start. They met me at mile 2, 8 and at the finish-line. It was amazing how many friends came out to cheer me along and Mike, Rosie, Katie, Geoff and Harper met us at the finish line. My goal was to run in under 2 hours and I succeeded by running 13.1 miles in 1 hour and 54 minutes. I felt great the entire time and it was a beautiful day with clear blue skies and a balmy 35 degrees to start the race out, though the day did make it to 70 degrees.
It was funny because the night before Colin and I were recalling how last year we walked from spot to spot to watch our friend Brian run; Colin said it took us forever to walk because he had to roll me up the hills. This year he was rolling Lily in the stroller up the hills as I completed this race for myself. In all of my hours of running I have thought much about all of our adventures out west, the friends we have made, the new discovers we have made both about ourselves and the land. Many firsts have occurred here. I am saddened to be leaving such an amazing place, a place with people that join you at 7 am on a Sunday with their guitar to sing you a song as you run by smiling. I am saddened to be leaving our family of friends that are irreplaceable. I pray that the day never comes that I call anyone of them and they don't pick up the phone because 'it has been too long and the conversation will take too long.'
However after hours and hours of pondering this big decision to move I know we have made the right one. The days that I may waver a bit in our decision something overtly obvious reminds me why we have chosen to move back east. I embrace this next adventure that awaits us. I am excited for what is to come: the opportunity to have dinner with our parents and siblings on the fly, to sit on the dock at our cottage for hours on end and not worry about the next person we need to go visit, and most importantly to share this amazing little girl with her family.

Ana is a close friend from work and she also ran the half. Jeff her husband, Colin and Lily watched the race together.


























