She's goin' the distance...she's going for speed.
(Hey Traci...Does that remind you of stake scripture chase? That and pockets full of gummy bears?)
So I ran a half marathon a couple weeks ago. (I use the term run very loosely...it was definitely more of a jog.) I was feeling pretty awesome about myself until I read what my cousins did that same weekend.
I was unprepared. I had planned on running it but backed out because it was the same day Mike was supposed to get married. Then a week before the race I was back in because a friend had to back out and gave me her spot. I had never run more than seven miles in training...and that was just one time. But Abbey and I have been running (again, I mean jogging but calling it running makes me feel cooler) since the fall. I'm not totally out of shape. I could finish seven miles with energy left over so what's six more miles? I decided...why not.
I had THE TIME OF MY LIFE! (Even though it rained for at least nine of those miles.) I forgot how much I love racing. I LOVE IT. So much adrenaline. I never really hit that wall that people talk about. It was 13.1 miles of runners high. It made all the early morning runs worth it. I was starting to think I just don't like to run, but I'm converted. For me, it's not a once in a lifetime accomplishment like I expected it to be. I plan to do it again and again. Next time I'll be more prepared.
And though I certainly didn't break any records, I finished much faster than I anticipated. I now have a time to beat next year.