Monday, October 17, 2011

The Half Marathon Report

I consider myself a reluctant runner but secretly I love it.

I loved this weekend.

I loved driving down to the expo with Meg and collecting our bib and our shirt and being all crowded in with hundreds and hundreds of other runners and seeing all of the vendors and feeling the excitement that rippled through the room. I loved stuffing myself with pasta. I loved Saturday night with Meg, sitting in her room at Mom and Dad’s and helping her pick out her racing outfit. I loved the quiet, early morning drive downtown. I loved standing at the starting line, waiting anxiously with my wave. I loved seeing all of the spectators cheering on their loved ones – the little kids with their signs for their mom? I loved them the most. They made me cry. I loved having a familiarity of the route that I didn’t have last year. I loved still having legs with a few miles remaining, being able to push it to the end. I loved how my playlist, set to shuffle, seemed to pull out the right songs at just the right time.

I loved crossing the finish line. I loved seeing Meg when she crossed the finish line. I loved being wrapped up in a runner’s high and that silly foil warming blanket.

I loved finding my parents and seeing their signs. (Meg got to see them when she ran by, but somehow I didn’t see them – and they didn’t see me.)

I loved the shower I took back at the hotel. The best shower of my life. And I loved the brunch that we had a few hours later, where Meg and I insisted on wearing our medals with our dresses because we do immature things like that just because we can.

I loved reading all of the inspirational stories in the paper this morning. I love that I am not unmanageably sore, just a little achy in a good sort of a way.

You know what I didn’t love? When Meg pulled up the race app and punched in our names and pulled up my time.

More than 7 minutes better than last year, yes. But 30 measly seconds: just 30 DAMN SECONDS over my goal.

That hurts.

It hurts in a way that has me looking up races and consulting my calendar. It hurts me so bad that I want to try again.

5 comments:

my life is brilliant said...

Chica, wearing your medal after you've changed & showered and are headed to stuff your face isn't immature. It's what you're SUPPOSED to do!

Congratulations! You'll shave those 30 seconds off easily. Wanna sign up for a race in VA? ;)

Teagan B. Sawyer said...

I think medals with dresses are totally appropriate. Go you and hello 7 minutes better then last year is a huge freaking deal! Congrats again. xo.

Kari said...

I'm sure there is a race in AZ you could sign up for

k said...

A 7 minute PR is awesome. Good job!!

Mrs. Architect said...

You are amazing!!! And I LOVE that yall wore your medals!!!!!! That's totally something I would do!

 
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