I signed up for a local race thinking it would be better for me to know the area and help me not be so nervous, well turns out I was still really nervous. The big race was on July 9th, it came sooner than what I was ready for. My training was not great, I had skipped to many runs, I ended up walking more than I wanted while training, and the longest I ran before race day was 9.5 miles. Lucky for me I had my good friend and neighbor Megan there to run with me and push me, she has run many half and full marathons before so I was glad she was on my side!
Before the race
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The race starts and we get going, pretty soon I hear from the people around "this is going to be hard, I'm already having a hard time!" Didn't help that the race started on a hill, one that we were all not prepared for, one of many that was to come. After about a half mile Megan and I look back and see only a handful of people behind us, we both look at each other trying to figure out how that happened. In all her other races, Megan had never been in the back before so I felt bad that we were behind. We decided then that we would not finish last. A few more miles pass and I am starting to get really uncomfortable, something in my system was playing a trick on me and causing me to look for the nearest bathroom. So now I'm trying to deal with an upset stomach, just what I need for my first half. We do pretty good keeping up with the runners around us and even have some bursts of speed and pass some. Most of the race was slow and go but I still looked behind to make sure we were not last. The course was hard and miserable with intense hills everywhere, I soon realized it was a bad idea to sign up for this course. I thought running where I train would be a good thing but turns out I just dreaded what was coming up and the big hills that awaited us. We make it to mile 10 and I feel like I can't go any further, I was thinking to myself it was just three miles left I can go three miles that should be easy, but I had never run three miles after I already ran 10. I wanted so bad to finish strong and get a good time but it wasn't going to happen. We finally make it to the last little downhill before the finish line and we see a runner who was behind us the whole race take a short cut and was now ahead of us. I was really upset about it but got over it and thought she probably didn't see the markers properly. Turns out we finished before the three hour time limit by a mere 14 minutes and didn't finish last with one pair of runners behind us.
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After we finished I felt really bad about not getting the time I wanted. I struggled with feelings of failure even though I did just complete a half marathon. I thought when I finished that I would be done, that I can say that I did it. Well now I am motivated to do more, to get a better time, to train better, become a better runner!
I'm looking forward to another race in October!