Some of the thoughts I had during the race:
Mile 3: Everyone has to run their own race. You can't go at someone else's pace. To enjoy the experience to the fullest extent, you must look nowhere else but inside yourself for direction.
Mile 6-8: Jingle bell, Jingle bell, Jingle bell rock... Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer, had a very shiny nose... Up on the housetop reindeer paws, out jumps good old Santa Claus...
Mile 8-10: I left, I left, I left my shoe in Tombouctou with fifty holes and a bucket of glue 'cause I thought it was right, right, right for my blister, whoop-de-da
Mile 11: I can still finish in 2:22, why are my legs not working, oh yeah cause I didn't train! Just put one foot in front of the other. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9…98-99-100-1-2-3-4…98-99-100…
Mile 13: FINALLY!
So you can see that as my glucose levels dropped, the profoundness of my thoughts did too. I am so happy I signed up for this event. I feel totally enlivened by the experience. And it didn't hurt to share it with 3 of the most awesome ladies in my life right now.
half marathons are great! It is just the right length to feel really proud, mind you I have not tried a marathon, but after I finished a 1/2 ironman just under the time limit I said, well, I'll never do that again, and have not. I repeat, 1/2 marathons are the shit. I've thought about you a lot since you've left and hope that you had a nice christmas, it is really nice to be able to follow you through your blog!
ReplyDeletexo, K