It’s an odd feeling to feel so proud of yourself, you literally get tears when you think about what you’ve accomplished. Very.Odd. I feel slightly conceited for being in awe of myself, but I can honestly say I never thought I’d run a half marathon, I mean come on… I was always the fat girl that was never good at anything; the girl picked last for teams, the only person who didn’t make the softball team (true story), the girl everyone had to wait for in gym class to finish the 100 meter sprint… yes, thatgirl ran a ½ marathon, who woulda thought?
2 hours, 24 minutes, 24 seconds
I think the reason yesterday meant so much to me, more than just finishing the 21 kilometers, was the support I received from friends, family and complete strangers. It was astonishing and I am so thankful to each person who thought of me.
Around the 10k mark, as I was putzing along, slowly, but steadily, I looked up to see two familiar faces, my sister and her boyfriend. I was so excited I nearly stumbled over my two feet and my sister was also so happy to see me, she dropped her cell phone, and nearly twisted her ankle trying to run along side me a few steps. As I ran on from them I had to take deep breaths to stop tears (I know, I’m such a girl).
At about the 17k mark, when I felt exhaustion starting to kick in, I saw a bright pink sign in the distance with the letter, ‘E’ on it… my heart skipped a beat as I neared and lo and behold some amazing, individual (cough Jenn cough) from the great Internets had made me a sign of encouragement!! Gasp! I was in shock, and again I held back the tears.
Seeing the sign helped me push through (or should I say up? As it was uphill) the last few kilometers; it was just the thing I needed.
I was too tired to sprint the last 100 or 200 meters (as I had hoped), until I glanced to my left near the finish line and saw my sister’s pearly whites and hand vicariously waving at me, which allowed me to get one huge boost of energy and sprint the rest of the way, and by ‘sprint’ I obviously mean break into a ‘quicker jog’ for the finish line.
Suddenly the race was finished, and I was exhausted, but on cloud 9.
After the race I met up with my sister and as we were walking to get food I saw two of my absolute favourite people in this world holding lots of signs and cheering my name!! It was an amazing surprise which sincerely meant so much to me.
Unfortunately the side lines were too packed for them to get close to the runners (as they had planned), but that’s neither here nor there because the support I received, and the simple thought of making the signs and coming to cheer me on was more than they’ll ever know.
Thank you to everyone who commented, reblogged, ‘liked,’ emailed, and tweeted words of encouragement. As much as I’m in awe of my recent accomplishment I’m even more in awe of the support I received from the world of people (Internets and all) that surround me.
I am a different person today than I was yesterday. I now believe in myself more than ever and have faith that I can accomplish anything my little heart desires.
Huh… 12 hours.
So I’ve been putzing around all day, enjoying life, dogs, horses, food, and my new book in preparation for tomorrow morning.
My outfit is laid out, my bib is pinned on, my ‘to-do list slash don’t-be-an-idiot-and-forget list’ is on the fridge, my nails are painted bright pink (i’m not superstitious, but I swear the pink will bring me luck), the body glide is counting down the minutes until it graces my arms, my camera is charged, and my iPod is waiting patiently for its new tunes.
Right now? Oh how kind of you to ask… my feet are up, I’m catching up with my lover, TiVo (office, grey’s, 90210, antm, sytycs.. whoa), and downloading music to keep my legs moving tomorrow morning.
In other brighter news I get to spend the day riding tomorrow and at home with the parents doing what I do best; nothing.
Tonight and tomorrow I’m going to be gloriously lazy in preparation for about two and a half hours of running early Sunday morning.
I’m so excited, and nervous, and happy and scared… this will probably sound really lame but as I’ve pretty much run all my runs alone, and will be picking up my race package alone tonight and waking up early Sunday morning and going to the starting line by myself, I like to think of this blog as my running buddy, my support system backing me, my cheerleaders on the sidelines… so to each of you people out there reading my story, my absolute sincerest thank you! as I wouldn’t have been able to do this without you.
Highest Weight: 203
Current Weight: 171
Goal Weight: 125(!)