This weekend I ran my first ever Half Marathon!
The night before the race I was a mess of emotions; tired, excited, nervous- you name it, I was probably feeling it. I only slept for about 4 hours; I kept waking up, checking the time, making sure my alarm clock was actually set, double checking my bag, etc. At one point I decided to read “I Run Therefore I Am Nuts” , the chapter that I opened up to was about how he couldn’t sleep the night before his first marathon, it was a little reassuring that I wasn’t crazy. It was also a little creepy.
For the race, we had perfect weather, it was in the 50′s, maybe low 60′s by the end, and cloudy. The night before the weather channel said it was going to be 80 degrees and sunny by 7am, so we were all very relieved that it was cool.
I really enjoyed the course, it was scenic and my dad was able to tell me about the history of different parts while we ran. The only shocker were the number of hills this “flat course” had. Hills wouldn’t normally bother me, but when everyone said “it’s a flat course” and then I’m pulling myself up a hill in mile 11, I was… frustrated. Also, if you were one of those people; I put a curse on your family.
I did really awesome miles 1-8, possibly a little too awesome. Miles 9-11, were okay, but I had to slow down because my stomach was really hurting, and no matter how great your legs feel and the rest of you feels, it just really sucks running with an upset stomach. 12 and 13, I fell apart. I literally, had nothing left in me, I was running on empty and slowed down drastically.
I finished the race in 2:38:38 For my first race, I’ll take it. I never stopped, I never walked, I never even puked, so I’m calling it a success.
It’s been 3 days since I ran and I’m already ready for another.
This was my Aunt and Uncle’s first half marathon too, and they kicked some serious butt.