Saturday I ran the farthest and longest I have ever run in my life- 13.1 miles! I ran the Charlottesville Half Marathon at an obtrusively early time- 6:30 AM- and somehow not only finished, but exceeded my goal time! I usually run at a 10 min/mi pace, so I expected to finish at about 2:10. My actual chip time was 2:01:44! Booyah! That is a 9:29 pace!
Admittedly this isn't too impressive to a lot of runners, but I'm pretty amateur, and I feel great about it. Matt wasn't expecting me to come through the finish line so quickly, so he wasn't prepared with the camera, hence these awkward finishing pictures:
Here is the thing- when I think about actually running it, even though I know it was really hard, I mostly just remember a groove. One foot in front of the other, zoning in on a person to pace with (because I am terrible at pacing myself), keeping moving.
I don't remember the hard parts really. I think it must be like childbirth (not that I'd know... I had a c-section) where you forget the labor and pain and somehow want to have another kid. Yeah, it's got to be kind of like that, because I can totally see myself running another long race. Right after the race I didn't feel that way though, I remember that. I had to find a bathroom stat (running does a number on my bowels... tmi? sorry) and I felt sick, sick, sick. Probably because I ate dinner late, went to bed at 11 and woke up at 4. Yeah, that might have had something to do with it. Anyway, I was in really rough shape for a couple of hours after the race but once my stomach recovered and I took a shower I actually felt surprisingly energized.
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As far as training goes, I started following this training plan in February, but I was running 3-4 miles three times a week consistently before that. I chose this training plan because 1) When I decided to sign up for the half I had exactly 9 weeks to train, and 2) It didn't require I run on Sundays. I was really worried about the jump from 6 miles to 8, but it went surprisingly well, and so did the rest of the long runs.
I'm really proud of myself for running a half marathon. I've never been athletic and I don't have a competitive bone in my body, but I think it is safe to say I love to run. I love that I trained and stuck by my schedule. I love that I pushed myself through the mental and physical (but mostly mental) blocks and was able to do something pretty incredible. I love what my body is capable of.