The day before was one of the longest of my life. Normally I love long days but I was just ready to run and get it done!
It turned out to be the coldest Thanksgiving in 100 years. 22 degrees at start time. I was with my neighbor so we sat in the car for a bit but once we got out there it was the coldest I can ever remember being. I had on multiple layers and hand warmers in my gloves (and my bra) and was still frozen. It may have been a good thing because I felt nothing for the first 3 miles. Not my toes, fingers, legs, arms - nuttin. By the 4th mile the feeling started coming back into my toes and I was really in the groove.
My husband and neighbor were there to cheer us on at about the 6.5 mile mark so I was able to shed another layer and keep on keepin' on. The miles were ticking by really fast and I was still feeling awesome.
|Somewhere around 8 miles I think?|
At about the 11.5 mile mark, just as I was crossing the interstate and coming back into downtown, I had a mini anxiety attack and thought I was going to have to stop to walk. I just got a little tingly and a little dizzy so I called upon my mad yoga skills and did some deep breathing which made it go away in less than a minute. It was probably caused by not breathing well and maybe a little vertigo from being up above the interstate under all those big buildings!
After that it was a breeze despite one really big hill at 12.5 (which is cruel!!) I finished strong and happy in 2:24:15. I cannot even begin to describe the joy and pride I felt running 13 miles through the streets of my city. I'm STILL smiling :)
The best part about running a half marathon on Thanksgiving day is the Thanksgiving part that awaits after the race...
The photos from last years 5k are difficult for me to look at and I had a little bit of a hard time posting them. I can't really remember that girl - even though it was only a year ago - but I haven't lost respect for her and never will.