As with most New Year resolutions a few weeks after the clock strikes midnight and the ball drops they are long forgotten. This year was different. Not that any of the credit belongs to me...no no the credit belongs to my bud M. She was the brave one that signed up for the half marathon first and then convinced the rest of us we could do it too. Run to the Rock Half Marathon in Plymouth, MA here we come!
Its amazing how close you become to people when you are running long distances with them multiple times a week. They probably know me ALOT better than they ever wanted to. Our running group is amazing we were really able to push and support each other. We each had a roll... S was the role model we each wanted to be able to run as well as she does...she's just a natural. She is completely humble too and never complained which was so annoying sometimes. haha L was the cheerleader. Always positive and encouraging. L would often push her kid in a stroller while we ran, which basically makes her Superwoman in my book. M was the leader. She was the one who would research where we could run and how long we needed to run to stay on schedule training. She was there everyday running. I was always hoping she would text that she was wasn't coming but if she wasn't there I definitely didn't need to be there. :o) I was the storyteller, the entertainer. The one who kept everyone's mind off of how many miles we had left. Like I said now know me extremely well. I love them all dearly! We are sweat sisters now!
The night before the race we all stayed in a hotel near the starting line. It was the best girl's night. We went out and carbo-loaded with the best of them. Carbo-loading is the best by the way eating everything they tell you not to and having no guilt about it. :) We finished the night by relaxing in the hotel hot tub and laughing the night away.
The next morning bright and early we headed to Panera for breakfast and then onto the starting line. After stretching and getting a "before" picture we were axiously waiting for the to start.
3....2....1....BANG! The gun sounded and off we went. It was a weird sensation of want to take off sprinting but trying to hold back. We split up a mile into the race, S and I ran a head for about another mile before I demanded she leave me in the dust. Which she did because she is AMAZING!! Soon it was me, my iPod and the road. I was doing GREAT despite the race being much hillier than expected. I was on target to beat my goal until mile 9. Dumb mile 9 and a hill that was never-ending. I kept telling myself, "I can run to that tree," "I can run to that fence," "I can run to the end of that fence." That hill took everything out of me, the last 4.1 miles of the race were torture. It was a mix of walking and running but I MADE IT! I FINISHED!! 2 hours and 29 mins. Finishing was the most amazing feeling ever, it almost makes up for the wobbly legs, exhaustion, and pain from running 13.1 miles.
It was a major accomplishment completing that race. At first I thought that the rest of my running career would be maintaining my running condition but now that its been a few months I've got the bug. The bug that makes me want to beat my time. First I think I'll run a few shorter races first. Anyone wanna join?















