I did it! I ran my first half marathon! I am so excited and proud that I have accomplished, I never thought 2 years ago I would be in this place. 2 years ago, when I had let myself become so heavy that walking a mile was hard to do. I had been getting anxious and intimidated about this race all week, telling myself I couldn’t do it, I didn’t belong with this type of group of runners, etc., and when it was time for the race I went into my running zone! So, the breakdown on how the Marine Corp Historic Half went:
My parents had come from out-of-town to cheer me on, so we all left my house at 5:15 am Sunday Monday to make sure we could find parking, etc for the 7am start. This race has a huge hill called hospital hill that starts around mile 10 and goes to mile 12. I made my strategy to promise myself to not walk until I hit at least Hospital Hill, because I knew there was no way I could make it up that hill without walking. When the race started it was SO exciting. I started jogging my normal pace and started getting a little worried because I started passing some other joggers, and I thought, oh no, maybe I’m starting out too fast. I considered slowing down but then decided not to and just stuck with it since I knew I’d have to walk at least part of that hill.
At mile 3 I started wondering what I had gotten myself into, and could I really do 10 more miles of this? It was so humid that my glasses were fogging up, so I immediately had to take those off, so I could only see about 6 feet in front of me clearly. Luckily my parents/husband/kids shuttled over to the 7 mile marker and when I saw them I did a run by glass drop off so I didn’t have to carry them the whole way. I was able to maintain my pace until I hit Hospital Hill, but that hill was AWFUL!!! I alternated walking and running, but eeeeshh. At the top of the hill they did a memory mile for all the fallen soldiers, which was a wonderful tribute. I crossed the finish line at 2 hrs 30 min and 8 sec, and I was super excited about my time! I had done the full distance before, but only inside on the treadmill, never with hills, and even then it had taken me 2 hrs and 45 min, so I had shaved 15 minutes off of my time!!
So, I’m going to leave you all with a couple of pictures. The first picture is me on my wedding day, a size 22, totally unhappy with myself and feeling self-conscious that I was marrying such a skinny guy. I pretty much stayed that weight (give or take 10 pounds) up until 2 years ago when I decided I needed to get healthy. I couldn’t keep up with my kids, and I was totally sad about that. My evenings with them were spent watching tv. Walking a mile was hard, forget even trying to run a mile. The next picture is me yesterday at my half marathon, 2 years later, 70 pounds lighter (PLEASE ignore the hair…I was soaked with sweat and my hair was everywhere). I never thought I would call myself a runner or a jogger. Now in the evenings I run through the neighborhood while my kids ride their bikes alongside of me at night.
I'm signed up for another half marathon in Sept, I better keep up my training! Have a great day everyone!