I finished my half marathon today. I did well, I PR’d by 15 minutes and finished with a time of 1:40:58. My parents, Danny and Isla came out this morning to cheer me on as I crossed the finish line (with dead legs) and I remember thinking, thank God it’s over. That’s all I thought really at that moment.
When we got home my mom and dad asked me what went through my mind when it started to get hard (around mile 8 when my feet began to blister). I was laying on the floor and I looked up at them, my awesome, devoted, proud parents and told them the truth. I thought: Why I am doing this? I leave my child to practice for this? Ewwww, I think my blister just popped? Oh My God, they’re going to make me run uphill?
All these thoughts circled through my head several times, until I had run the whole 13.1 miles.
Finally, I rounded the corner, saw my family cheering for me and tried to finish strong. They came up to me and I told then how hard it was, how I might never do this again. I ate a protein bar and a banana, got my ranking (81st out of 1134 females), then boarded the bus to go home, telling my cute family to please not smell me (it was bad).
On the bus, I told Danny, “I don’t think I can do the full marathon.”
“You don’t have to, why don’t you just focus on the shorter races?”
“But I already signed up.” Eeke, and I told you guys.
This is the thing about running……it’s so much like child birth. The pain lasted the first 15 minutes after the race, but by the time I got home and showered, I realized that yes, I will be running a full marathon in 6 weeks. That yes, my feet will be destroyed. That yes, I am going to wonder again and again why I do this. But, in the end, you have this wonderful thing. You’re proud of yourself, you did something hard, and OK, it’s not really the same thing as giving birth but I can’t do that every 6 months so I’m making do with what I can.
So, I’m putting it out there again: June 10th marathon I’m coming for you, with my blistered feet and all!
♡Laura, the girl with the half-marathon limp