My First Half Marathon – June 21st, 2014
2013 was a fantastic year for running for me. So in 2014, I decided it was time to step things up. I was going to run in my first 1/2 marathon. I wanted to run in one of Anchorage’s most popular races, the Mayor’s 1/2 Marathon. People come from all over the world just to run in this race (they also offer a Marathon and a few Continue reading
After the excitement of running my first race ever, the Color me Rad 5k, I found a new love of running was building in me. I was so eager to sign up for more races but it would have to wait a while. The next month in December of 2012, I embarked on a whole new journey: moving to Alaska. I’d always been in love with Alaska after getting to visit in 2009. I knew if the opportunity ever came I’d move north and eventually, I landed a job that let me fulfill that dream. The journey north was amazing and I quickly got wrapped up in discovering this wonderful city. I got Continue reading
Back in 2012, my friend Amber and I had decided to enter into our first 5k run together. Neither of us had ever ran in a race before so we we’re super excited. We wanted it to be a lot of fun, with hopes of running the whole time but being ok with it if we didn’t. We decided to sign up for the Color me Rad 5k, where music would be bumping loudly on speakers while we got doused with colored cornstarch. It seemed like it took ages for race day to come but soon, I was excitedly jumping in my car for the trip over to Vegas.
Time to take a short break from backpacking to share a few running stories. In June of 2014, I ran in my first 1/2 marathon then ran my second 1/2 marathon in July. It was such an amazing feeling and is something I’ll never forget. I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with running so taking part in two 1/2’s is something I’m really proud of. It definitely took a long time to become a person who was interested in entering a 1/2. Here is a little background on how I got there….
*July 3, 2014 – July 6, 2014*
Day Four, July 6th
The final day of our trip had arrived and as always, I had mixed feelings about heading back into civilization. Part of me was feeling like every other typical weekend backpacker does, looking forward to getting the every day comforts of the regular world back. A shower, a toilet, not eating out of a Mountain House bag or being every bugs favorite snack food. I couldn’t wait to see the lovely construction of that after trip burger and to sit back with a few delicious beers. Continue reading