Inspired by the Impossible...

The one thing I anticipated before race day, was the last half of the marathon to be both mentally and physically tough.   Therefore, I had over 30 family and friends send me verses (some sent the same verse) and quotes for each mile of the run to keep me going strong one mile at a time.   Regardless of what could happen.   The day turned into night making it the most difficult challenge I have ever faced… The Run (26.2 miles)…the land of Zombies : My plan for transition 2 was to simply remove my bike shoes, put on fresh socks, running shoes and stock my pockets, reapply sunscreen, and use the restroom.   As I was on my way out, I realized I forgot my verses and quotes!!! I HAD to have them to get me through each mile of the run.   Needless to say, I spent a little over 20 minutes just trying to find my bag in the pile of hundreds of run gear bags.   I finally gave up and left to start my run.   The volunteers were relentless, and found my bag...

When I awoke at 3:50am, Sunday, August 25, I had no idea what God had in store for the day.   Little did I know my faith, patience, courage, perseverance, and mental state would be tested.   I was already prepared to test my strength and endurance and I felt ready to conquer.   Two days prior I was just in my hometown taking a 3-mile jog testing out my GPS tracker for my mom and husband to watch.     I was feeling pretty relaxed and ready to face 140.6 miles.   It took a lot of effort to contain my excitement in order to save it for Sunday.   I checked in on Friday afternoon and attended the Ironman welcome dinner where I heard my alumni give a great motivational speech, Coach Scott Davenport, coach of the Div II National Champions in Mens Basketball.   We heard stories, watched videos that got our hearts pumping and escalated our emotions. Ironman-Eve, my family and some friends came in for “Team Tiffany’s” pre-race pasta kick-off dinner. ...