I know I said I would never run another half marathon, but I lied. I needed a goal, so I tricked a couple of cousins and my sister-in-law into running the Capital City half with me so I couldn’t back out. I didn’t back out and I felt 100% better before, during, and after this one than I did the first time around. Probably because I ran this one much slower than the first one, although my training for this one led me to believe I would run it faster than the first one. I don’t know what went wrong, but I do know it’s hard for me to push myself. It was clear around mile 3 that I was way off my goal pace, but I just kind of shrugged and sighed and kept on running slowly. I don’t have that drive that would enable me to sacrifice my comfort in order to meet a goal. I like to be comfortable. But I’m going to try to be goal-oriented next time. Unless it hurts too much. I can handle the emotional pain of not meeting my goal much better than I can handle the physical pain of, well, meeting my goal.
Anyway, WE FRICKIN’ DID IT!
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That’s us immediately post-race: Jenna, me, Tracy, and Mandy.
We spent the rest of the day with lots of beer and ibuprofen:
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And I have to just say right here how lovely my husband was all weekend. He cleaned for us, he fetched for us, he took care of the children, he let me nap the day away when I finally came down off of my endorphin high on Sunday. He was just all-around lovely and he helped make the weekend (my birthday weekend, by the way. I’m 34 today!) extra special. And we’re doing it again in October so my sister can join in.
Now I have to go enjoy my birthday. Bryan took the day off work in order to pamper me, so I guess I should let him rub my feet or something. *sigh*
