This past weekend I crossed one goal of my proverbial list: Completed a half marathon. For those of you who don't know a half marathon is 13 miles (21kms).
I had two goals going into the race: I wanted to finish it and I didn't want to walk one step of it.
I did both!
I finished in two hours and two minutes. Fifth in my age category.
Not too shabby, seeing as the longest I had ever run was 11 kms.
I tend to get bored running, but here the adrenaline kept me going:)
These boys are my life!
This is my approaching the finish line.
Aside from my ipod there were a few things that I told myself in order to keep going. Especially with those hills!
I didn't want to be the one fainting or vomiting or carried away on the stretcher.
I wanted to prove to myself that I could do it.
I repeated many times the following things:
If it doesn't challenge you, it doesn't change you.
My strength comes from the Lord.
Cohen will be waiting at the finish line for me. (He asked if I was racing like Lightning McQueen!)
Around mile 8 or so I took a moment to just take in how I was feeling. A beautiful morning, beautiful scenery and it was an adrenaline like no other.
I felt at peace.
I felt amazing.
I felt strong.
I felt sore.
From my hips down to my toes.
Three days later and its mostly my feet that hurt (Jason did tell my to get better shoes).
If I sit for two long then my hips hurt again.
would am going to do a half again!
If I wasn't so sore I would do it right now.
I've always told people I wasn't a runner.
But now I guess I am.