I would like to do a post about a half marathon. Which I ran. On Saturday. (though everyone has probably already heard if they get the NY Times. I believe it was the front page story). I just can't stop thinking about it. I already got my Facebook accolades but I'm left wanting more. It was such a big event, and I kind of have (as Millie put it) post race depression. I can't believe it's over!
I believe it was exactly May 14th that I was in my 500th Step class. It was fun and I love it, but I was so routine with my workouts and stuff and there was this song...you know how they inspire me. And it said, "PUSH UNTIL YOU CAN'T AND THEN DEMAND MORE" And that was the second I decided to run a half marathon. So I came home and signed up before I could change my mind. Then I forced Kelly to sign up. It was exactly two months before the race.
The hardest part of the entire experience was definitely making time to train. For one thing I really had a hard time giving up my regular workouts to run. But on days when Kelly worked out at the same time as me, I'd leave her at the gym with the kids and go for a run. Then, she took a trip to New Mexico so I missed a week. Then she gets back from New Mexico, apparently. But goes missing. Running after Dave gets home does not work, I was WAY too tired. Though I had to make it happen occassionally.
The week leading up to the race Kelly and I decided to ride our bikes along the race route (best idea ever, this race only had 200 people so it's not like you were always with a crowd, and several people took a wrong turn). The first night we stopped at my dad's to get a drink which turned into hours of visiting and speeding back to my grandma's before pitch black. We tried again the next night and made it most of the way but man 50 miles on a bike when I rarely ride...I was sore in a lot of places.
The race started at six am. My dad picked up our packets and not only was he waiting up for us so we could put our chips on at his house, but he also stood out on the corner with Holly to cheer for us at the very beginning.
My favorite part of the whole experience was helping the kids pick out their running clothes and shoes the night before so they could run to the finish line with me. They were so excited and when the race got it's hardest I just pictured how excited they were to see me. I kept thinking "well, they are the reason I got myself into this mess so it makes sense that they run me in." I seriously would have never gotten into running if it weren't for wanting to be a healthier mom and a good example for my awesome kids.
My secret dream was to be two and a half hours, but I had no idea if I would be able to do it. A couple weeks before the race Dave gave me the best gift ever-a GARMIN!!! I could not have run 13.1 miles without it. In fact, I don't know how I ever ran without it! It's as special to me now as my iPod. So anyways, my Garmin was letting me know I was on pace to beat 2:30 and I could hardly believe it. My official time was right around 2:27:43. Yay!!! Kelly has not taken the chance to brag yet and I don't know if she will, so I better do it for her: she came in at 2:21! I could at least see her until about mile 8 and then she was long gone. Six minutes is along time where 13 miles is concerned.
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