The Ogden Marathon literally changed the course of my life. In 2008 I was working at Roosters in Layton. The owners, Kym & Pete, wanted to put relay teams together, so I signed up and was assigned the first leg of the relay, which was also the longest at seven miles. I was terrified. I started training and hated every minute of it. I swore after I fulfilled this obligation, I would never run again.
At this same time in my life, I was going through a divorce and finding out that my son was autistic. Life was stressful to say the least.
On the day of the race, I was a bundle of nerves. When the gun shot went off, I joined the multitude of runners and fell into a groove with my friend Ben by my side. When we got to the exchange point that ended our portion of the run, I was exhilarated and sore as hell. We hobbled onto the bus that took us down to the finish line. As we winded through the canyon, I watched the marathoners from the window. I couldn't believe these people were running 26.2 miles.
When we got to the finish line, we cheered in runners for a couple hours. Tears streamed from my eyes as I saw the triumph on everyone's faces. I decided then that I would run the marathon the next year. In 2009, I became a marathoner, which set off a series of events that changed who I am today.
I fell in love with Ogden. I found myself in those moments of pounding the pavement. I learned I'm a fighter, a survivor. I'd fall and pick myself up. I went back to college and graduated Summa Cum Laude from WSU in 2013. I married the most amazing man. I had another child. I learned how to parent a special needs child. I got involved with the community. I ran five more marathons, six Ragnars, and two triathlons. I learned to Get Out And Live.
I owe so much to Kym, the Ogden Marathon, and the GOAL Foundation. I am incredibly proud to be an ambassador for this race. I hope to inspire others to find their inner Super Hero.