I have always loved running. I love that it is the one thing I can do and not have to worry about work, laundry, cleaning, bills, messy dogs, drama going on in my friends lives, family issues, etc. I just run. Well, my sister decided we were going to do a half marathon last weekend... and I am in LOVE. I had only trained to run about 5 miles comfortably... and even then I felt like I was pushing myself to run that far. I was totally underprepared, and very nervous.
I set a realistic goal of 2.5 hours. That is just over an 11 min mile. I figured that if I could push myself for a while, and then walk for a bit, and then push myself, I could make it. I ended up jogging about 11 miles of it, and walking 2 at the most. A lot of this course was hills, which I HATE.
Anyway, I made it to the finish line in 2:30:07.8.
The only time I have been more proud of myself was when I gave birth to our little girl.
Jeremy and I are signed up to do the warrior dash in Portland in September, and I want to do one more half after that, before winter sets in.
Mile 7something, I was happy to see my little family!
Crossing the finish line!
DONE!!
I had the cutest cheering squad around =)
My new goal is to run a full marathon next fall. Oh man... I am already nervous for that!
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