In which I run for quite a while…

This past weekend, I did something that my 16 year old self would never have remotely considered.  I ran 13.1 miles…for fun.  I participated in the Virginia Beach Rock ‘n’ Roll Half Marathon.  It was a stressful Saturday as I worried about parking, running, and living up to my own expectations.  On Sunday, it was an early morning for everyone at my house with Jake and I up by 4:30, and the little man was thrown in his car seat at about 5:00 still rubbing his sweet, tired little eyes.  After the drop-off and parking, it was time to hurry up and wait from about 5:30 to 6:20ish.  Then, corral time.  I moved up from corral 14 to 4 based on my most recent 13.1 time.  Once we started, I was taking it pretty easy until I came around a corner during the first mile-ish of the course.  I saw a man laying on the ground with other men surrounding him one of which was doing chest compressions.  That sight was certainly a reminder to all us running past to listen to your body and make the best decisions you can about how hard to push yourself in the humid, August morning.  Around mile 6, I was regretting even signing up.  The middle of the race was run in a military-esque installation.  Very little trees, very hot.  Lots of people were slowing down and even walking.  I didn’t seem many other people ill, but I heard about a few ambulance sightings and ill runners.  The last leg of the race was back over the Rudee Inlet bridge.  A nice steady incline on mile 12…oh. my.  I made it over before I felt like I was going to be sick.  I ended up finishing with my exact predicted time of 1 hour and 50 minutes.  Although you can be sure I was very proud of my time and for finishing what I had started, I was a tiny bit bummed that I didn’t have it in me to do a nice quick last quarter mile sprint.  Without a doubt, I love the last part of a race.  The sprinting that makes you feels like you have wings and can do just about anything in this whole world.  That nice tingly, icy feeling that makes most of it worth it.  And I missed it on the half marathon.  With that being said, I’m not ruling out a half marathon in my future, but I can now safely say that I like shorter distances.  They’re just more fun/sprinty inducing invincible feelingness for me.    Here are a few pics from the day…










 I’m so thankful to have a family who supports me in all my endeavors.  The Mr. and H were joined by my sister, mommy, and daddy.  Running races aren’t the most exciting events as you only typically see the person at the beginning and the end.  There is no half-time show, cool team jersey, or interesting plays to watch.  I know it means a lot to me (as I’m sure it does to other runners) to think of them, all the loved ones and friends, waiting for you at the finish line.  How blessed am I to have five there!  Thank you.  


The love of a family is life’s greatest blessings. ~Unknown


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