(Above photo: Diane taking a quick stop as I snap-- look at the beautiful scenery!)It was fun we chatted and "wogged" together for about the first 7 miles. The time and seemed to pass very quickly. The hi-lights during our first 7 miles? Well, there was the girls at the beginning that were saying that they brought their credit cards in case there was any shopping along the way. The route did go through the New Park area of Park City and we were running through where shopping could have been done. Diane laughed," Women after my own heart!" As Diane and I were 3.5 miles out the first half marathon runner was already on his way back. Not an ounce of fat on this guy and he was a pup! Boy, did I feel old and slow!At mile 4 there was a guy off to the side of the route that had his guitar and was playing it as runners went by. I stopped, took a picture, and thanked him. Then, there was a handsome well formed tanned Greek God running by on his way back about mile 5. Oh my! I was about drooling over this specimen! The REAL sad part is that he wasn't even breaking a sweat!(Below photo: Guy playing guitar along the route.)
|(Above photo: The Barn in Park City was on the route. It's like a local landmark in the area.)|
|(Photo: Art along the route, this is just one example of many.)|
|(Photo: A band that was playing along route at mile #12. )|
I then proceeded to tell Diane that we were going to dog paddle into the finish line. "Okay! Let's dog paddle! Diane!" My hands out in front of me going up and down like I was dog paddling in a pool. Diane would play along and laugh at me. She was wondering where this strange idea and my last surge of energy was coming from; I'm sure. I would keep this up from time to time as I noticed that Diane would start to lag just a bit and we arrived at the last turn. The finish line was in sight. There was a group of people with signs I guess this was the 100th Marathon for some guy named Kevin. 100 full marathons?!! Wow! I couldn't imagine.
I did promise myself that I wouldn't get emotionally like I did at the SLC Marathon finish line; that one I was crying like a baby. I tried to smile as they took a picture as Diane and I crossed the finish line. It felt wonderful to cross that line with a friend.