26.2 Miles . . .

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Allen did it!! He ran his first marathon (St. George Marathon) -- I'm so proud of him!

The race was on Saturday, October 1.

Allen ran a half marathon two years ago

and decided he wanted to train for a full marathon so I told him

I'd support him, but there is no way I'd be joining him.

However, watching all of the runners cross the finish line

is always a very inspiring, emotional thing and m'boy Churchy and the

other runners gave me the courage to want to run at least a half marathon someday.

We stayed at Allen's grandparent's house in St. George

and my parents were so nice to drive down with us to support Allen

and Allen's parents flew in to Utah to see the race as well!

We had a fun weekend all together and loved celebrating

Allen's accomplishment all weekend!

The only downside of the weekend was that right as Allen was

running up to cross the finish line (mind you two minutes under the goal that

he set) I had the camera ready on record to capture the big moment.....

and later found out that it didn't record.

So I had no video and no pictures of him crossing the line. Sniff sniff

I felt so bad...  we just had to settle with the pictures and videos

that I took after the race was done.

I think that was the least of Allen's worries though, he was just so happy to be done 

with the race and honestly he didn't even look that tired at the end of the 26.2 miles.

How do all these marathoners do it???

I really do admire them, it's amazing to push your body to the limit

and accomplish something that is not comfortable to your body.

There were a couple of runners that collapsed right before the finish line,

their legs just totally gave out, and it was so cool

watching other runners stop and help them across the finish line.

That's what it's all about -- running and struggling together.

Here are some pics of the big day

 Right after he finished the race!

Allen said he wasn't that tired after lunch.

This is how I found him an hour after the race :)

Much deserved nap!

For those of you who are interested click here --

Scroll down to where it says Origin and you can

read about how marathons came to be.

It's really interesting.

Here's the first little portion of it:

The name Marathon comes from the legend of Pheidippides, a Greek messenger. The legend states that he was sent from the battlefield ofMarathon to Athens to announce that the Persians had been defeated in the Battle of Marathon (in which he had just fought),^[3] which took place in August or September, 490 BC.^[4] It is said that he ran the entire distance without stopping and burst into the assembly, exclaiming "Νενικήκαμεν" (Nenikékamen, 'We have won.') before collapsing and dying.

Good thing people aren't running naked and dying after marathons like

Pheidippides did. I'm sure people feel like they

want to die during the race, but the more power

to them for crossing the finish line.

I'm so proud of my mr. for this big accomplishment!

If our kids get good running genes, they'll know who they get it from :)

Happy Monday!