A few weeks ago, my sister Joy and I ran a half marathon together.
Unlike my first half, I didn’t really train for this race. In my defense, I signed up for the race with the best of intentions. That weekend, I ran for the first time in a few months, and it felt alright. However, I got lazy the following week, telling myself missing one run wouldn’t hurt. After that run, I only ran a 9k I had signed up for earlier. Yup, my half marathon training consisted of a 6k run & a 9k run.
The day of the race, we woke up at 4 in the morning which is basically 4 hours earlier than the time I usually got up. We got to the race site at a quarter past five and started running at half past five. Joy & I started out real slow and we kept being passed by others. Seriously, we were so slow that the race volunteers had to hurry us sice the had to open a portion of the road that had been closed for the race. Once we got to a bridge and things started going uphill we found our pace and went from the botton ten percent to maybe fifty percent?
The following is my internal dialogue during the various points of the race:
10k mark: Yay, almost half way there!
15k mark: Whoa, I haven’t run this much in more than six months! I sure am badass!
18k mark: Why am I putting myself through this??! Ugh, my feet are killing me. When will this torture be over?
When we were down to the final few kilometers, my sister’s old foot injury started acting up again. So I walked with her for a bit to see if the pain would lessen, but it didn’t. Joy told me I could finish running this thing myself, as if. I mean, I might not always be the best big sis to my lil sis, but there was no way I’d leave her behind just to get a better time. Therefore, we finished the race walking, with her leaning on me for support.
Our race time may have been pretty terrible, but we crossed the finish line together, which is what really counts! Really, I’m super proud of the both of us for accomplishing this half marathon, even though we didn’t “run” the whole thing.
Obviously, I couldn’t resist some post race yoga, which is kinda hard to do since everything is so slippery from all the sweat.:P
Ending this race recap with one of my fave running quotes:
I often hear someone say I’m not a real runner. We are all runners, some just run faster than others. I never met a fake runner.