A Half Marathon and New Friends

I ran my first half marathon on Saturday, and some things were better than I expected, some were EXACTLY as expected, and others were worse. Let me break it down, and since I like to get the bad news first and finish on a high note, allow me to do the same here:

Worse than expected:

  • Running in the pouring rain straight up sucks. Light rain, not so bad.
  • I will never be a trail runner, and I discovered the road is the only thing for me. Part of the course went through a nature trail-ish area, and the sandy soil was not my friend.
  • That bridge on the way back SUCKED! No I did not run up the bridge. On the way back, it was more like mentally begging my body to just keep putting one foot in front of the other to get to the top, and then I did run the entire way down the other side.

EXACTLY as expected:

  • Since my training dwindled faster than expected and was non-existent the last week and half before, I expected to finish in around 3 hours…and I did. 3:01:20
  • Parking was interesting. Not awful mind you, but definitely interesting.
  • That feeling of finishing, getting my medal, and still being able to walk around, stretch, and talk to people without dying is always awesome.

Better than expected:

  • Last week I joined a group called Team RWB, which stands for Team Red, White, and Blue. This group’s mission is to enrich the lives of America’s veterans by connecting them to their community through physical and social activity. They have chapters all over the country in almost every state, and if there isn’t a chapter near you, you can start one!  You also don’t have to be a veteran to join, although that is the focus. Both my husband and I joined our local chapter. This was my first race as part of this group. I’m always nervous meeting new people, especially when I really want to be friends with these people. I shouldn’t have been nervous at all. They were awesome. They were all so welcoming, and I enjoyed meeting and running “with” them. Even though I didn’t have my Screaming Eagle shirt yet to truly represent the team (it arrives today), they still welcomed me with open arms. I was very proud to be a part of the group.

  • The course itself was gorgeous. It was an out and back route, so although having to do the bridge (that felt WAY taller coming back than it did going out) twice totally sucked, there were lots of gorgeous homes to look at, tree covered roads, and even a glimpse at some wildlife (ok mostly birds, a few cranes, and someone said they saw a small group of rabbits, but whatever). If it hadn’t rained at all, it would have been pretty near perfect.

My next scheduled race is July 4th as of right now. It’s a 7 miler so I’m hoping I can actually keep up running and be able to run that whole thing without doing intervals. We shall see. 🙂

As for our Easter around here, it was different. We went to church in the morning to celebrate Resurrection Day, and then we went to my sister’s for our family gathering. My aunt brought my grandparents, whom I haven’t seen in quite a while. The last time I saw them was October when my grandma was in a rehab center after breaking her hip. It was really good to see them and to know that my grandma doesn’t hate me (long story, but she said the words yesterday). It was also the first time I had seen my youngest sister since Thanksgiving. She’s a bit of a train wreck, but it’s good to know she’s still alive. In a nutshell, my Easter was good. My husband and I were together with our children, we are all healthy, and nothing else really matters. I know far too many who would give up everything to have had the holiday we did, and I will never take that for granted. God is good…all the time.

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