I survived my first half marathon!!
Not gonna lie…it was ROUGH. I was doing okay until about mile 9 and then I hit my wall. The temperature was dropping, the wind was brutal and my leg muscles were tightening by the minute, but thanks to a new friend, I made it all 13.1 miles! We both wanted to cry when we crossed the finish line, but we held it together. I couldn’t have done it without my accidental running partner and I’m so thankful that fate intervened.
Before the race, I thought, “I just want to get this over with. I’m never signing up for anything longer than a 5k ever again!”
Races are addicting though. I’m proud of myself for finishing, but part of me says, “You did great, but you can do better!”
So, now I’m thinking, “Never say never!” 😉