My Greatest Moment in Running

After my last post, which may have been a bit much for my audience, I thought that I'd show a bit of my sentimental side. Some might think that I'm going to write about setting a P.R. (personal record) or placing in the top three of my division, but neither is the case.

This moment happened on Saturday at the Canyonlands Half Marathon at about the 13-mile mark.

First off, a marathon or half marathon can be emotional depending on the person because you've pushed your body to its limits, and like anything you accomplish that you thought was at one time impossible or just a dream. Then, as you are finishing you see the ones you love that either directly or indirectly supported through your training, and tears seem to well up. I remember this happening at my first two marathons -- Salt Lake and St. George. Us Blackhams have overactive tear ducts so I think it is no surprise to anyone, but I still kept my sunglasses on so they couldn't see.

Saturday was different. As I neared the finish line I looked and found my family. Addie was so excited to see me, so I picked her up and I carried her across the line with me. Those last 100 meters were be far the best of any 100 meters I've ever run. Addie seemed to enjoy it too, screaming, "Yeaaaaaaahh" and "Weeeeeee" as I ran with her. To make it even better, I got a picture of it for all to see.

Regardless if I ever qualify for the Boston Marathon or achieve my running goals, this will stand out as a crowning moment in my running career.