Ok. So its been way too long. I almost felt like I couldn't post this. But I am. My pictures are still in my phone or in my friend's cameras. But here it is. My first half marathon recap. The end makes me laugh. Those were my feeling just after I got home, and now I am signed up for the Marine Corps Marathon in Oct.
The race was Loooooong!! I was doing fantastic for the first 10ish miles. I felt great, I was doing about a 10:30 min/mile and thought if i can do this the whole way it' be easy. Well, when I hit the 10 mile marker, I thought... All I have left is a 5k. I've done so many 5k's. I can do this, no problem. That thought lasted about another half mile or so and then my legs turned into lead. At mile 11 I thought I needed to walk a little, so I started to and it hurt more to walk that jog, so I jogged again, at this point I was probably doing 12 min/miles and it was painful. But I got through it, and when I saw mile 13, I literally started crying. Like real tears going down my face. I am choking up writing this, I started crying last night when I was telling Joe about it. I had no idea I would have been SO emotional. I was physically and emotionally exhausted. When I finished, I cryed again. I got my medal, got my picture taken, picked up my water and snacks and found a spot to sit and wait for KC and the other girls to find me and I sat and cried again. For the next half hour or so I went through waves of wanting to throw up and feeling like I was going to pass out. I didn't do either, but I got up and walked and drank my water. Felt better and went and got my medal engraved.
I will do it again. Not anytime soon (maybe the fall). It was amazing.