May 6, 2012 Leave a comment
It’s also a distant memory (you guys are like WHY DO I EVEN CARE ABOUT THIS RIGHT NOW???), but I promised to summarize the race for you, so here goes.
The SLC Half-Marathon was a great experience, because:
It. Kicked. My. Butt.
Repeatedly during the actual race, then for a few days afterward.
Ouch. My butt and ego have been aptly humbled. And taught a lesson.
I didn’t train well enough, and allowed life (and a bit of arrogance) to come in between myself and sticking to a good training plan. I thought that since I had done 8 or 9 miles a few weeks before the race, I would be fiiiiine.
Did I feel like a super-hero running machine? NO.
Did I feel AMAZING and proud for having gotten it done and for not dropping out, even though I may have considered it for a brief moment (I’m not saying I did, only that I MIGHT have). YOU BETCHA I DID!
I did it, it’s behind me, I didn’t quit, and I have a much greater appreciation for the value of proper training!
When I got home my little man greeted me, eyes as wide as the full moon from last night, asking:
“Mama, did you win your race?!?!”
I looked him in the eye and said,
“Yes, I did.”
“Were you the fastest one?!”
“No, I wasn’t baby, but I finished, and that made me happy.”
“Wow mama. You run good.”
Smiling, he hopped off to continue driving his little brother crazy “BLA BLA BLA BLA BABY ZEEEEE BABY ZEEE, I LOVE YOU LIKE A KOOOKOOO KOOKEEE!”
Taking into account all of the above, I think this medal is well-deserved