Well, I did it. I ran my first half-marathon this past Sunday in Ft. Collins, Colorado. After months of training (and complaining!) I finally did it. I started running back in college, but never had the competitive desire to do a race. Getting beat by hundreds of other runners would hurt my ego. Or so I thought.
Last Fall, I met my friend Lindsay at mile 20 of a marathon she was running and was really intrigued by the energy of a race. Then…I saw Al Roker run a marathon. I thought to myself, “If Al Roker can do a marathon, I should be able to run at least half of one!” The training began.
Luckily for me, I have a great friend who works for Native Eyewear and was able to get into the Colorado Half-Marathon, which had already booked up. (Thanks Jax!!). Here’s the good, the bad, and the ugly from my first race ever.
- I finished! (That was my only goal)
- And…I just happened to finish in the timeframe I was hoping for. I ran an average mile pace of 10:20. Not bad for a newbie.
- I didn’t cry. That was a serious concern of mine for some reason. I’m a crier.
- I had a TON of fun. I found myself smiling during the race, even at the end.
- I froze my butt off before the race. We were bused up the canyon at 5:30 a.m. and it was only about 40 degrees.
- I huddled next to the port-a-potties to stay warm. Not my finest hour, but it kept me slightly warmer than some of the other runners.
- I didn’t drink enough water after the race. Dehydration = major headache. I spent most of the afternoon curled up on the couch in pain.
Everyone keeps asking me, “When are you running your next half-marathon?” ARE YOU PEOPLE CRAZY? Ok, so maybe I’m already thinking the same thing. Maybe.
*Thanks to Misfit Mom and Misfit Dad for taking photos.