Well. We did it.
Somehow, my friend Laura and I managed to finish that little half marathon I was talking about earlier this year.
How? I’m not sure.
Here is a list of obstacles we experienced during training: Double-booked weekends, upper respiratory infection, knee issues (both of us), shin splints and food poisoning.
I was the one with food poisoning one weekend. Needless to say, it will be quite some time before I choose to eat shrimp again. Or ever. I may also elect to stay away from seafood-focused restaurants for a bit. It was that terrible, kids.
But let’s focus on the task at hand.
So after a morning of “I’m going to go run 10 miles” that turned into a morning of a million phone calls and tracking down paperwork because we were about to lose the house we found and so very much wanted and needed to put an offer in that very afternoon (we came out victorious, no worries), I called Laura in total despair. I told her I was going to downgrade to the 5k because I just cannot seem to find more than an hour at a time to myself for training.
She was having knee issues, so I assumed she felt the same way.
Nope. Instead, she proposed a new plan. We knew we wouldn’t run a personal best. Or even have a good run. But we signed up for a reason and we were going to finish this thing no matter what. So she suggested we do it together, take it slow and just have a really super long fun run. We were allowed to slow the pace whenever we needed to, stop and stretch or take a breather when necessary, and perhaps just crawl across that finish line.
So we did. And you know what?
It was actually fun.
We ran much slower than normal. But we only required 2 stops for a quick stretch and a few short walks through the water stations.
Miles 9-11 were pretty hellish, as in I didn’t want to talk or be happy, but by the time we were in Mile 12, we picked up the pace and finished quite strong.
Like, we were even smiling. And singing. And taking some pics for funsies.
Granted, this is not my normal behavior during a race. I typically run it to RUN it. Why half ass when you should be hauling it, instead?
But, when the situation calls for it, I adapt. And there was no way I could have raced a half marathon without hitting a serious wall. Insert all that “I know my body” crap we always talk about. Instead, I got to experience the ups and downs of 13 long miles with a bestie.
We finished together at 2:18:51. A little more than 20 minutes over my average. And yes, I did have a brief moment of being hard on myself, and really wanting a do-over. But a finish is still a finish and you really can’t complain about being rewarded with a medal that doubles as a beer bottle opener.
Pretty AND functional. Just like my boyfriend.
We really don’t need to discuss the rest of the weekend because we basically ate all the fried things and drank all the alcoholic things.
Next up in the world of Amy? Becoming a homeowner. Which right now seems just like I’m autographing a lot of things and becoming really poor. I hear it’s supposed to be great, though. So stay tuned.