I did it. I ran a half marathon. Here’s how it went for me.
On Monday, July 4th, I woke up bright and early. The race started at 6:30am so Erik dropped me off at the start about 20 minutes before race time. Like every other hydrated and anxious person, I stood in line for the porta-potty for about 15 minutes. I wasn’t sure if I’d be on time for the start! But I was and off I went. I found the 2 hour pacer and so did every other person there it seemed. Eventually, I just let that huge crowd pass me so I could have some room!
See me? White hat.
Honestly I just sort of tuned out to my surroundings and tried not thinking about where I was or how far I’d been. My goal was 1. to finish and 2. to not walk. I achieved both of those goals! I even “ran” up the hill. Ew.
See me again? I swear, there were TONS more people behind me.
I remember seeing the Stone Arch Bridge and the 13 mile marker flag on the bridge and just couldn’t wait to get there. As I was coming close to the finish line, I saw lots of spectators cheering. Suddenly a familiar face popped out of the crowed. It was Erik! I probably smiled SO big. He gave me a high five and I sprinted across the finish line. PHEW! I was so happy and relieved. And I did it! I got my medal, a bottle of water, and a bomb pop, yo.
It was fun and I felt like I accomplished something. Erik said he was impressed and proud.