, which is not typical. i wasn't sure how i would do but i also didn't anticipate old age to kick in either. it did. so for all my 20 something friends who don't train and have the occasional glass... ahem bottle of wine it will kick in eventually, about when you are 36 to be exact.
i was slightly more grumpy at the race start, some call it my "game face" but truth be told i wanted to kick major ass and thought maybe i could, until i hit the starting line. i cleared the 8:00 minute mile pace line up, scared to go up any further and cameron was by my side. we ran together for what i thought was half the race which he later clued me in on was actually the first few miles. i couldn't find anyone in front of me to get my motivation with and so i just ran. and it hurt. i finally found a group of three that i killed up the hills (i might be the only lunatic that races better uphill) i couldn't tell if they were half or full contenders but i knew they were MY contenders. i gathered my thoughts at mile 7, the knee started hurting (enter old age) and the race began.
a half marathon to most is a huge accomplishment, as it should be. and at one point it was for me too. but this time it was about kicking ass and taking names. i did neither. but i still had fun. somewhere along the ride i learned to have fun and so the only comment i had at the finish line was "i'm so proud of my amazing boyfriend for kicking ass and taking names for me on his first half" and "that course was beautiful" so it wasn't a PR but i'm racing again in happiness and no longer in anger and that in and of itself is an accomplishment worth writing about.
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