Yesterday, was the Live Strong Half Marathon that I had registered for months ago.  Due to some major foot pain back in October, I thought there was no way I could be ready for this race but being the stubborn person I am, decided to go for a test run a month before the race just to see how my foot felt.  Once I got done with that run, pain free, I decided ehhhh...what the heck.  Let's see if I can do this.  So for the last four weeks, I trained like an idiot but I trained and managed to run 9.5 miles.  So going into the race today, I was nervous because it was 13.1 miles.  Now my math may be rusty but that means I was going to have to wing it for 3.6 miles.

So yesterday morning, as I got ready at 5 o'clock, I had a major case of butterflies that kept me up most of the night.  I got to the race and patiently waited for the start and then I heard it.  The starting foghorn.  And we were off.  I did pretty good for most of the run but all of my training runs up until the race, were all flat.  There aren't a whole lot of hills by my house.  Downtown felt like nothing but hills.  I had to take it easy on the huge ones.  Especially the ones toward the end of the race because at about mile nine my left foot and both knees were killing me.  I ended up crossing the finish line with a time of 2:21:37.  Not too shabby.  I even walked away with some new bling.