Guess what? I ran a half marathon yesterday. And I have the sore legs to prove it! This is the 3rd half marathon I’ve signed up for but the FIRST one I’ve actually run. (The 1st one, I couldn’t run because I got skegged in the leg with a surf board and the second one I had to work…)
I can’t believe I actually ran 13.1 miles. Before this I had never run more than 6 miles. Just the thought of running double that plus one more mile made me want to collapse with exhaustion. And running is not my favorite thing to do either. It hurts. But I pushed through and I did it! ME… the girl who chose to be the goalie on the soccer team so that she didn’t have to run as much as everyone else (did you know that Mom and Dad?! hehe :-)) ME… the girl who swore she’d never in a million years run another mile in her life after her last basketball practice in high school. ME… the girl who dreaded the running part in both triathlons. ME… the girl who thinks a 10 minute mile is fast. ME: I’M THE GIRL WHO DID IT!
What a journey it has been and what an amazing feeling it is to not only cross the finish line, but to finish the race with my best friend. Davey is so amazing. Seriously. He has put up with my moaning and groaning and bad moods (yes. I am usually in a very bad mood while I’m running) and tears and fears; and has cheered me on and made a big deal of even small successes, like running 1 minute faster than yesterday or 2 miles further than ever before. I didn’t always love it when he said things like, “stop dragging your feet”, “run faster”, “only one more huge hill to go”… but I did love it when he told me I could do it. And he said that a lot. 🙂 I couldn’t have done it without him. (He even got second to last place in his age group because he ran with me at my turtle pace. He’s the BEST!)
So without further ado, here’s a recap of our 13.1 miles:
(p.s. a cold front moved in the night before and it was 49 degrees… brrr!)
So, wanna meet another lovely runner? This girl was running behind us from mile 1-5 and then again at mile 9-13. And she snorted and breathed heavy and clomped her feat and I even dodged one of her snot rockets. Gross. At least she made me run faster because I was trying to get away from her bodily fluids.
But guess who got a great picture of our smooch?! The race photographer!!!!!!!!!!!!!