My first half marathon. (That’s 13.1 miles, in case you weren’t sure.) I did it. I have no idea what got into me to decide to take on such a task, but I’m glad the running spirits possessed me.
I wasn’t super fast (2:31), but I finished and that was my main goal. I also had some semi- better pictures this time around. It costs like $60 to download them, so you guys are out of luck to see those. 🙂
I was doing pretty okay until about mile 11. I told Brent that I pretty much just prayed for the entire 11th mile. I was pretty beat and my feet and my knees were really starting to hurt. I just didn’t want to have to walk the last couple of miles- I wanted to run through the finish line. I pretty much just prayed that God would make my legs keep moving.
And, they did. In fact, those were my fastest miles. God is awesome like that.
They only thing that was sore the next day was my neck. I have NO idea how my neck is sore from running. I can hardly even turn it. I feel like I need a neck brace on. It started hurting before I went to bed, so I don’t think I slept on it wrong or anything. Anyone else ever have this problem?
Also, I’m pretty sure that under my pretty pink polish, my toenail is dead. …yuck…
On a more serious note- I’m not sure I’ve ever been so proud of myself. I actually stuck with my training and accomplished my goal. I don’t even feel like I have many long term goals lately. I mostly just have the goal of making it through each day without completely screwing up my son. So, it was nice to do something for myself. I’ve also inspired some fellow runners and that makes me even more excited. I need some running buddies! Hopefully, they won’t get faster than me. 🙂
In the end, I got a bling-in’ medal and am now a complete addict.
When’s the next race?!
I’m still alive! In all fairness, I warned you that I won’t be posting as much. 🙂
Last Monday, I ran my first 5k race. I am SO proud of myself. I ran it in 31:40, which is ah-maz-ing for me. I’ve never been even close to that fast in any of my practice runs.
Anyway, I really wanted to share this picture of me running the race. I’ve laughed at myself for at least 30 minutes over it.
Some thoughts on this picture:
1. My outfit is so cute. 🙂 I’m a recent running skirt convert and I’m obsessed. It makes being sweaty nice and girly. Just the way I like it.
2. Everyone else’s pictures are so lovely looking. They have these beautiful strides and are hovering above the ground. They have looks of determination or are smiling and waving. I look like I’m just trying not to die. haha!
I wasn’t going to show this picture to anyone, but I wanted everyone else to have a good laugh. You’re welcome.
Another personal accomplishment in the past week- I did my 12 mile training run on Saturday! I didn’t even die while I was doing it. I wasn’t worth much for the rest of the day, but that’s really Brent’s problem, not mine. 🙂
I can’t wait for my half marathon on the 22nd! Hopefully, someone will get a better picture this time around. If not, I’ll just have to laugh at myself again.
Some days I feel like it must already be lunchtime and when I check the clock, it’s only 9. That’s probably because I get up at the crack of dawn (aka 6:30) to go run most mornings.
Many of you know that I have taken up running. This is hysterical to me. I couldn’t run more than about 3 feet before without getting tired. I’m just not a runner.
I guess I am now. I love it. I get an hour to myself (or longer). I get to find all the houses I find acceptable to live in (Brent loves that). I get to people watch (one of my top 5 favorite things to do). I get to eat more carbs than I should (duh!). And I suppose the best part is that I get to fit into a bunch of my old clothes… or buy new ones. 🙂
One of the reasons that I really love running is that it gives me some other identity besides “Mason’s mom” or “Brent’s wife”. I think a lot of stay-at-home mommies struggle with losing their sense of identity. I know that I struggle with it sometimes. It’s nice to have goals, to reach them and have that feeling of accomplishment when you get home.
Plus… who wouldn’t want an excuse to buy new clothes…