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.
Woo hoo! My first medal folks. Despite the slight discomfort I'm in, I'm sure this won't be my last half marathon. I'm debating whether or not I want to run the Zooma Half Marathon at the end of March. For now I'm just looking forward to relaxing after work while Nathan snoozes instead of running. We'll see how long that lasts. I'm sure I'll be itching to get back out there and run.
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