The Half Marathon

I ran a half marathon two years and a couple days ago now. I wrote about it then and when it popped up in my Memories today, I thought I should share it here. Yes, I ran a half marathon but it was way bigger than a foot race.

Many of you wanted my thoughts on the race. So here goes.

I am not going to lie. I came up with ALOT of excuses to not run the half marathon on Saturday. I even did a little dance when I thought the weather would rain us out. 

I registered when things in my life were easy. And then they weren’t. And training was the last thing on my mind. Add in tax season….and training did NOT happen. And I have always been prepared. Always have a plan. But I’m learning that some of the most exhilarating, fun experiences happen when I wing it. And that’s what I’ve been doing for months so why not wing the half. 

So I did. Zero training. New shoes purchased two days before and worn the first time on Saturday morning. No hydration and fuel plan. I guzzled some water and ate half a peanut butter sandwich an hour before the start. And my friend Rob tossed me one of those goo packs to carry during the race. Full on winging it.

The first mile was FOREVER. FOR. EVER. And I wasn’t sure how I would complete 13.1 miles. But I put one foot in front of the other for 2 hours and 48 minutes….just like I have been for the last 6 months. One foot in front of the other. No plan. Just stepping forward in faith that what I needed in the next step would be there for me. And once again, it was on Saturday. 

When I was struggling during miles 8-9, I kept picturing the FINISH line. Picturing crossing the finish line. And it helped push me through. 

And when I did cross that finish line, I felt it was representative of my life of recent. The race was grueling and painful. Sometimes I would catch a glimpse of a friend or onlooker that would give me a boost for a while. One foot in front of the other. Over & over again. And then that sweet, sweet feeling when I crossed the finish line. 

This race was a culmination of life events. Crossing that finish line in a pretty impressive time for someone who didn’t train (this is not my recommendation!) made me feel pretty bad A. Crossing the finish line was actually just the start of some amazing things ahead! 

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