I did it. For the first time ever in my life, I ran a half marathon distance. This is what I’ve been working so hard for over the past several months and…I just can’t believe I finally did it.
Perhaps best of all I finished it covered in blood with a giant hole in my pants. I’m not even joking.
This run was glorious and terrible and really, really emotional for me. I cut back on my mileage a little this week because the last couple weekends as I was running 12’s my legs were getting beyond fatigued around mile 10. This ended up being an awesome decision. I also went out considerably slower than I normally do and was feeling really great and relaxed. The sun hadn’t come up yet and it was a beautiful, chilly morning.
Unfortunately the fact that it was still so dark ended up being a huge issue during mile 4. I was cruising along and really enjoying everything about the run. I made a left onto a new street that I don’t normally use on my route. Maybe 100 yards in, my toe caught on some uneven pavement that I couldn’t see at all and I went airborne.
I mostly landed on my right hip and knee and caught myself with my hands. The side of my right hand took the worst of the damage and for a minute I thought I might have broken my wrist. Luckily I didn’t break anything but I did lose a lot of skin and ripped the right knee out of my running tights. I’m glad it was cold enough for the tights because I don’t want it think about the road rash that could have happened on my legs. I sat there for a short time getting my bearings and almost called my husband to come get me, but then I remembered what I set out to do today and I just couldn’t let this stop me. So I picked myself up and I went. I kind of wish someone had seen me fall. I bet it looked pretty epic.
The rest of the run went fine. I probably would have enjoyed it more if I didn’t have residual soreness from eating the pavement, but in the end I think the fact that I finished it was made that much sweeter by the fact that I got up and kept going. I don’t even care if I feel like I got hit by a bus tomorrow.
As my watch ticked to 13.1 miles, I started to cry. I did it.
Ultimately my goal for two weeks from now is to complete the half in under 2 hours, so I’m right on track. My taper starts now. 🙂