The Highest High

Dude, I'm wondering if this blog might be the death of me. Just when I think of "the best night EV-ver" or "the most awesome day in the wooooorld", another memory comes along and blows it outta the water. There is no way I could ever capture all the things I'd like, but I suppose that's not really the point. It's about reflecting, reminiscing and sharing. Our lives are a constant rat race and none of us takes the time we should to just 'be'. My intention behind writing this is to do just that - to 'be' and to allow myself to think back on so many splendid times in the lives of Hig 'n Hog.

On to one of the days that fits into 'the best day and night, ever' category. The St. Louis half marathon. Holy crap, Allison. I never, ever, ever, ever thought that a) I'd run a half marathon or 2) that YOU'D run a half marathon. While our training was lackluster and totally not what it should've been, I often still can't believe that we did it. I know the memory of the race itself isn't the best for you because of being in pain, but by now I know you've absorbed the true magnificence of what we did that day. Isn't it so weird that one of the highest highs we've had were shared with two guys who have since let us down so deeply? Once again, gotta choose to focus on how incredible that time was with who they were to us then, not now.

As usual back then, we made the most of being delayed in the airport:

I don't know about you, but heading to/picking up our race packets at the expo that morning was so thrilling to me. I felt like I was a part of something, like I belonged in a sense. I get literally giddy thinking of it:

Come race day morning, I was totally and completely ready. It's funny, we had such little real training yet I think the exhilaration of us all being there together carried me through the entire race, truly. Genuine excitement as we were on our way:

Man, Tom was sometimes good for something. Every now and then, he could catch a good moment:

Off we goooo:

I was SO proud of myself AND of you:

 FINISHERS:

 These two photos are so dear to me:

 I so love this:

 YES:

 Annnnnd, done:

Running truly "began" for me with this race. The way I've left my heart out on the road since then is a testament to this treasured memory and I'll hold it dear, always.