2012 St. Jude’s Half-Marathon Recap


A race recap!

This was the largest race I’ve been in to date. There were over 18,000 runners participating. Wowza.

There were fifteen different corrals and each corral was based on your pace. My girl and I started way back in corral twelve while the guys were way up in corral five. Right at eight o’clock the elites started. After the elites left, we would move up every few minutes as they released another corral. It took us a little over twenty minutes to make our way to the start line.

Ever since our nine mile training run, we had been doing the Galloway method. We would run three minutes and walk one minute. I figured out a way to set intervals on my Garmin and it worked great.

Before the race started, I thought I got my Garmin all set up and ready to go. As we crossed the start line, I pressed start on my Garmin, but when we passed the three minute mark and it didn’t beep telling us to walk for a minute I knew I had screwed up somehow. Sweeeeeet. #not

For the rest of the race, I was constantly calculating when we needed to run next and when our next walk break would be. It certainly kept my mind busy and focused. ::snort::

Around mile three, we ran down part of Beale Street. There were a lot of people out cheering and music was playing. I think that’s where we saw Elvis.

In between miles four and five, we ran through the St. Jude campus. Oh. My. Word. So many children, parents, and supporters were out there screaming their hearts out. I could feel my throat thickening up. Aside from the finish, that was the most emotional part of the race.

I enjoyed the course. It had rolling hills, which I kind of prefer.

Right after we reached mile marker eleven, I looked at my girl and said, “You’ve just run farther than you’ve ever run before!”

She was tired. I was tired. It felt like the walking segments were getting shorter and the running segments were getting longer.

Around mile twelve, I asked her how she was doing and she said, “I’m hurting . . . . but, I’m going to do this.”

As we neared the mile thirteen marker, I put my arms around her and told her I was so insanely proud of her for pushing herself and doing something so hard. My eyeballs got sweaty. I told myself not to lose it.

We passed the last mile marker as we ran into the stadium full of people cheering. We held hands and lifted our arms up in the air as we crossed the finish line. Our official time was 2:36:52.

My mom and dad were waiting nearby with my man and the children.

My man and my oldest had a goal to come in under two hours. Their official time was 1:55:18. Great job, guys!

I just have to say again how proud I am of my sixteen year old son and fourteen year old daughter. I would never have even thought about doing what they put their minds to when I was their age. They blow my mind.

P. S. In case you’re interested, Melissa blogged about our family pictures from last month. You can’t even tell I was a hot mess crying in my closet beforehand. ::snort::


  1. I am so proud of both of you. What an amazing thing to do as a family. Woo hoo!!

    Love the pictures. Now, why in the world were you crying in your closet? you look awesome in the pics – as you always do!!

  2. Way to go, Genco family! What an accomplishment. :-) Love the recap, Ruthanne.

  3. Dang…what a huge accomplishment!!! Great job Gencos!!!

  4. I’m bawling just reading it!! Aunt Liz is sooo proud of those kids!! (Their parents too!)

  5. What an amazing example you and your husband must have set for your kids to want to run a race with you. Just awesome. Congratulations to all of you!

  6. I LOVE this post!! Why am I tearing up???
    Congratulations to you all!!!

  7. What an inspiration!! Each year I select a word to help me focus for the coming months. My word for 2012 was bloom, which I believe I have accomplished, but 2013 is SOAR. I want to soar to new heights in my relationship with the Lord, my husband and children, as well as my health, which includes running. Thank you for your transparent posts that encourage me daily!

  8. I think this is an amazing accomplishment…not just for setting a goal and achieving it, but also for showing your kiddos how much “their” goal helped so many children fight for their lives. My beloved daughter was diagnosed with leukemia at 5 yrs old. She literally fought for her life at an age when she should be enjoying life, and now she is an amazingly beautiful 9 yr old. Keep setting goals and achieving them. I think I’m gonna train for the rock n ‘ roll half, with all 3 of my daughters waiting for me at the finish line.

  9. Congratulations ! Once again you have inspired me and my kids :)
    Thank you!