Well... 9 days to go for the SF Half Marathon, which was *supposed* to be my first... I had it all imagined... me, all shakey legs, crossing over the finish, hubby cheering, friends smiling, cameras clicking away, tears forming in back of eyes as I accept the finisher's medal, my first half marathon finish and a moment to remember forever (siiigh). But that is not how it will happen. Well not exactly... because I sort of accidentally-on-purpose ran a half marathon last weekend during my long run. The run was supposed to be 12 miles... my running partner realized that by the time we got back to the start, we would have covered 12.5 miles, so she said "hey, we should just do the whole 13.1, we're practically there anyway." And I was pretty tired and had blisters, but I thought well, a 1/2 mile more isn't going to make me any more tired, and probably won't make my blisters any more painful or more huge than they already were, so I agreed. So we continued on... let's just go up there and touch that rock, then back... almost back to the start, wait, we're only at 12.8.... no let's circle that tree over there.... back... oh no only 13.0... let's circle the porta-potty and back to the tree and then suddenly... Garmin says 13.11 and I smile and stop and we sit and laugh at our silliness and in my mind I say "yeah. That's right. *This* is my first half marathon, and it feels really, really good." No medal, no tears, no cameras or hubby cheering, shaky legs made an appearance, but mostly I was just really, super happy. |