Ok, so as you know I particapted in my very first 1/2 marathon this last Sunday. I was a bit anxious to get started-bouncing around and driving my pal nuts (who normally drives me nuts with her bouncyness). So my partner in crime and I made our way up the street in a sorry attempt to get closer to the start line. The race started at 7 am and turns out I did not get through the gate until 7:20.
Me before the race
Once through the gate we started jogging for a few blocks. It was a very very beautiful morning-no clouds in sight. Sadly the first 3 miles seemed foggy to me and I'm not sure why. I had good sleep the night before, drank plenty of fluids, ate properly...It was like the brain was giving the body a silent treatment. By the 6th mile I was in a groove..trucking along at a decent pace. I feel kind of bad for my friend (sherrie) who walked with me; she was constantly having to say "focus on the road" "dont'worry about it" (I kept saying ok we've gone x miles the turn should be here soon). We trudged along at a good pace, knew we were getting close to the finish and trying to decide when we should start jogging for the finish. and about 1/4 mile from the finish we hear "you've got 1 min x seconds to cross the finish line before the 4 hr mark." So Sherrie, poor gal, says "start joggin girl". And I did. Then about 50 feet from the finish I hear "you've got 25 seconds..." and I kicked it into a gear I didn't know I had...It was as if I were running from the feds (or chasing a ice cream truck??!! :O) ). I can't wait to see the finish line photo. It was at that point I felt "whole". I felt connected. And realized that I can run with no pain; with no regard to my surroundings. I left the race ready for the next stage: running 3 miles at one time.
Me after the race
My next race is the Susan Komen 5k. I am hoping we can run the whole thing but have heard rumors that running during the event is near impossible. But we will try. And if we need to we will mark our own 5k path and run.