I got my first medal on Saturday. It says, "Soaring Eagle Runs Boy Scout Half Marathon" and then, "2010
FINISHER". I may have limped over the finish line, but I finished.
|
Before the madness, myself, Alison and Leisy |
It was a crazy experience, but way better than I thought it would go during it, and much worse than I thought it would after. :) Would I do it again? Saturday night I would have said, "no", but today, "maybe".
I waited until the week before to sign up and although I've been exercising regularly, I hadn't put in distance training until Thursday before, and it was 6 miles on the treadmill. So I was nervous thinking, "what have I done?" and thinking things like, "I'm going to die." Then I thought of what had made me decide to do it finally. That a lady who had weighed almost 500 lbs. had lost half of it and "finished" a half marathon. If she could do it, so could I.
|
right before (that guy is just chillin, like let's get this started already) |
So I think the miracle of a race for me consists of 3 things: first, you always do better at the race, than you do practicing it. There is a lot of energy with the others there and adrenaline (music and a t-shirt don't either). Second, running it with a friend and talking during it totally helps the time go!! Alison was great to talk to and somehow I was able to keep up with her and not think about anything negative that was happening to my body. :) Well, except for my foot, which I'll get to later. Also, a friend popped in and ran with us for awhile, bringing her energy and enthusiasm that really helped! The third and last thing is: the body can do amazing things, especially when the mind is in charge.
|
|
|
|
About at mile 10 the ball of my right foot was hurting and I had to walk. I hobbled a bit, loosened my shoe laces, changed my gait and started running again. I could see Alison ahead, but there was no way I could run faster than I was, and it was harder to run without someone to talk to. I hobbled across the finish line and threw my hands up, I did it.
I had told my husband to come about 2 hrs. 15 min. into the run, but amazingly I finished after 2 hrs. and 4-5 minutes. I was sad he missed it, but I was hurting so bad I just hoped I'd recover. The next several hours brought misery, with waves of nausea and such pain in the knees and foot. (oh the horrors). I was never doing this again. But aside from my physical discomfort, I felt great (if that makes sense). I couldn't believe I ran most of the time. Aside from my foot, I had energy and felt like I'd just run 13.? miles.
|
My smile is biggest at the end. Leisy placed - way to go!! |
|
Thank you Eric, for being there to take the kids, let me sleep afterwards and get up in the middle of the night with the kids (cuz I could not move). Thank you, Alison for letting me run with you and getting me that far! Thank you, Leisy for encouraging me to do this.
If I can do it, anyone can! At the end of this mortal life, we'll all be "finishers" too. It's the journey, as painful as it may be at times, that is the whole thing!