I think the reason I thought this up was because I was in the prime of my Crossfit career and was getting good at the Endurance, Strength, and all the other challenges Crossfit presents. I was getting good at it because I was OBSESSED and I loved it. And when you love doing something, chances are you will get good/better at it.
So I thought it would be interesting to pick something I hated, and get good at it. For me, that was running. So I said, I want to run a series of races. 5k, 10k, 10 Miler, and a Half Marathon within a year.
So I started training. I planned out my runs, CF days, rest days, etc and I was doing really well. It was hard, and I usually bitched before my run, but I did them. I got all the way up to my 10 Miler and the very next day I found out I was pregnant. I tried to continue my running, but sadly I was one race short of reaching my goal.
Fast Forward to 1 year later.
One COULD ARGUE that all I needed to do was complete a Half Marathon, but I decided to completely start over with my running goal. So in 2013, I started planning out my training to ultimately get me to a Half.
So after training started, I completed a 5k, 10k, and 10 Miler, with only one more race to run. The Elusive Half Marathon. Not just ANY Half, but the half I had signed up for 2 previous times and didn't bother to show up to.
Now that I'm typing this, it makes a hell of a lot more sense to me why I was practically weeping when I crossed the Start Line this morning. I trained, I showed up, and I was really going to complete this unfinished goal I had for myself today.
|No, I'm not Usually This Smiley at 5am|
If you asked me how the first hour of running went, I would say, I blinked and it was over. I kid you not. And then things started to get a bit ugly.
|This Picture was Taken and then I Started Sucking at Running|
So I loved the Philly Half Marathon Course, except after mile 8. Just as you are starting to feel the burn of running for a while, Philly is like oh hey, here are like 4 hills in a row. It just took so much out of me and by mile 10, I wanted to quit.
Not to mention, I'm pretty sure the Philly Half, is really the Philly Half Plus .40 miles. (As per my RunKeeper app).
I walked when I needed, and ran when I could and dammit I finished. It took me a humble 2 hours, 19 minutes, and 16 seconds to finish and more than a year to complete my running goal.
I couldn't have done any of it without my supporting friends (some that even sponsored me!) and of course my wonderful family.