That’s right, I finished!! My chip time was 2:24:02. Since my (loose, really I just wanted to finish it running) goal was 2:30, I am very pleased.
The day was cool and windy, but the run heated me up enough to throw away my hoodie a few kilometers in. I paced myself very well (filled the first hour of my playlist with only slow songs, then mixed them up with faster ones) and felt great until about 15-16km (and I passed my friend, who lives close by and came to cheer me on, around 10k and again 15k…so watching for her kept my mind occupied. I even texted her. That’s right….I texted while running a half marathon. What am I, 16?). After that, I sorta kept thinking to myself things like “what the f*ck did I get myself into?”, “I cannot do this!” and “no f*ucking way am I ever running a marathon!”. I pumped the music though, found some Prince to really push me at the end, and made it the 21k without a second of walking!! However, I repeat, “no f*ucking way am I ever running a marathon”!!
As for another half, people are already asking, and I just don’t know. I am REALLY GLAD I did this one…I set a goal and met it and am super proud of myself. I don’t doubt I could do it again…I am just not sure I will want to. I did not enjoy all the running (and sacrificing of other fitness endeavors) that went into preparing, or the way all that running made my body feel. If we lived in a warmer climate I’d probably enjoy doing another half in a few months…focusing on speed now that I have the endurance built. But since there are no local halfs again until spring, and I don’t plan to run nearly enough through the winter to avoid having to practically start from scratch again…I doubt I’ll do another. I’d rather sick to 5-10ks, maybe even a 10 miler. Enough to both challenge and motivate me to stay in shape, keep running, get faster…but short enough to not really require more running than I am comfortable with. However, who knows? This time last year, I was not sure if I’d ever do a half. Here, and here!
As for now, I am exhausted and achy. I hurt so much…hips to toes and everywhere in between. Hopefully some Advil, a hot bath and yoga tomorrow will have me good as new soon!
Adam took some pics, but I gotta upload them from the camera…so later. I was thrilled to be handed this when we met though:
On a sad note, I just found out a 27 year old man died. I HATE those stories…so sad, and scary. You just never know.
On a funny note, Adam and I could not find our car in the huge downtown parking lot! Eventually the parking lot manager took pity on us, and drove us around until we found it!