Remember last post where I said that I was not going to over think the Half too much, welp, I lied. I’ve been weather stalking and cultivating a nice little ball of nervous energy in the pit of my stomach. Sigh. My last taper run helped ease some of my nervous energy a bit and now I have to just focus on having f-u-n.
The training is done! I did it! There is definitely a lot of pride and satisfaction in checking off all those weeks of work. I’m happy that I was able to get through 12+ weeks of training with out any illness or missed weeks. I stayed healthy with the exception of a little knee pain every once in a while. So unless I trip over my cat or step on a Lego, I think I should show up to the race pretty healthy and in one piece.
When I reflect back on my training, I am really pleased how it went. Not too many shit runs (if any at all) and I got to run in Houston; Chicago; and New York City. Not too shabby! I got to run with my cousin in her very first 5K; I got to run with my bestie on a very snowy 8K course, and I had the pleasure to run the entire length of Central Park in New York with my Husband. I ran 8 miles with a local running club (then tacked on an extra three miles!); and found a really nice and peaceful trail where I logged my first double digit run! I really can’t complain about this training cycle at all.
On a really brisk 9 Miler, a car honked in a show of support (I’m just going to go with that because I can’t think of another reason why I would be honked at). On the 10 Miler, a gaggle (?) of cyclists all shouted good morning in unison to me as I made my way through my last mile. That left a smile of my face so freaking wide I probably looked liked a moron, but whatevs.
When I ran my first ever mile without stopping way back in 2011, I was so proud and excited. Never did I really think that I would be running a half marathon. I didn’t think I had it in me. But, I guess I do because here I am. I’m ready to start. I’m ready to cross the line.
I’m just ready.