Another one checked off my 30 Before 30 list: I’m officially a half marathon finisher.
I’m not a runner. Or I wasn’t I should say, I don’t know… What I do know is that training for a race made me appreciate hitting the pavement a lot more and certainly found a new respect for what my body is capable of when I put my mind to it. I wanted to set a physical goal for myself that seemed somewhat impossible back in October without some serious dedication. And considering that 3 miles just about killed me, adding another 10 on seemed like a good idea.
While I’m not the fastest runner in the world, I did run the entire 13.1 miles, hills (dear lord, the hills!) and all, and I’m very proud of what I accomplished. I followed a pretty strict schedule to prepare my body, and I will tell you… The actual half marathon? Not that hard. Sure I was TIRED AS HELL when it was over, but the hard part? The really really exhausting, mentally challenging, horribly stupid hard part was the training and daily runs. The 6 miles on a Friday followed by the 10 miles on a Saturday, and starting it all over on a Monday. The hurt knee and the blisters. The putting on my running shoes and going out in the cold, in the rain, in the wind, or in the heat for 14 weeks leading up to the race. That was the challenge, and the part I am most proud of for sticking with it.
Thank you to my friend Shannon who ran it with me, and to Aaron for encouraging me on the hard days and for being my biggest cheerleader the day of. Who cried while running at mile 9, 11, and 13 when she saw her boyfriend and his kids cheering her on? This girl!