Thank goodness this week is over – I don’t know about you, but it felt like every.single.day kept dragging on super.duper.slowly… Phew, hello Saturday!
Charlie and I had a fun week of mother-son bonding while Ryan was traveling but I’m so happy to have my husband home. Not only for his humorous and loving company, but because he’s Charlie’s play pal and I’ve been struggling to keep up with the little pup. Play, play, play, all day and every day, that’s all he wants to do. I got the stink eye every night when I told him “It’s bed time!”
The weeks leading up to the race I repeatedly was asked if I was running the race or racing the race. Hmmm… I’m running and it’s a race, I guess I don’t understand? Whelp, call me naive and a newbie but I’ve recently learned that there is a difference between the two in the running world.
running the race = running for fun racing the race = running for time
If that’s the case, I’m running the race. It’s my first half marathon and my goal is to finish. The goals that I set for myself when I signed up were:
to train healthyto run hardto stay positiveto push myselfto cross the finish line without walking
…and guess what, I accomplished all of those goals and for that, I’m proud. If we get technical, you could say that I set a new PR considering I have no times to compare and it’s my first half, but time doesn’t matter all that much to me. It’s a number, it doesn’t define me or reflect the rush of emotions that I felt or how my strong my body felt mile after mile.
I wasn’t able to go to the expo because of work, but thankfully one of my girlfriends picked-up my packet for me so I swung by her house on my way home from work on Friday. Later that night Ryan and I grabbed Panera for dinner and I ate comfortably on the couch with my feet up. A bread bowl full of chicken soup is my favorite pre-race meal.
One of my biggest worries all week was what if my stomach hurt? What if I had a cramp when I woke up? Or even worse, during the race and I couldn’t finish? But worrying about all of the “what ifs” doesn’t do anyone any good so I tried my best to push those thoughts into the back of my mind. Surprisingly, besides those stomach worries I wasn’t all that anxious.
Saturday morning my alarm went off at 4:15AM and I hopped out of bed to brew myself a cup of coffee, fix a bagel with peanut butter and sliced banana, and did some light stretching. My goal was to get out of the house no later than 5:30AM but if I’m gonna be 100% honest, I started to get a bit nervous after breakfast because I hadn’t gotten that urge… Y’all know, that “gotta go” feeling. One of the worst feelings in the world is having to take care of business mid-workout, gah! I ultimately gave up and hoped that the porta-potties at the starting line weren’t too bad if I ended up getting the feeling.
Since we go there a bit before the 7:30AM start time, Ryan waited with my girlfriend and I at the starting line. We joked around, marveled at many of the fabulously festive St. Patty’s Day outfits, some random outfits such as a man dressed as Kiss, and soon enough we were on our way… I didn’t take any pictures during the run and I have no clue how people do it. I’ve tried it before and all of my pictures come out looking like a smudged watercolor painting.
First half marathon: check! I’ve definitely been bit by the running bug and I’m so excited that I have 2 more races on my calendar this spring… Next up is Nike Women’s and then ZOOMA Annapolis – wahooo