My sister has walked a few half marathons in her day and she has always tried to get me to do one with her. Shortly after learning that a half marathon consists of 13.1 miles my immediate reply was always, "No are you crazy?" Well, last October I was getting inspired by people that had completed this feat and decided that I was going to run a half marathon!! Called up my sister and said, "I'm going to do a half, are you in?" Of course she said yes, we are related after all...spontaneous decisions are second nature.
So our journey began. The race was set for Jan. 28th 2012 and I had about 3 months to get prepared. I started off by using the Half Marathon Trainer app for my iPhone.
This app provides a 12 week program to get you to the point where you should be able to run the full 13.1 miles. You run 6 times a week and rest 1 day. They break down the runs by time and pace. I used this app for 5 weeks before I just started using Nike+ Run on my iPhone. The one thing I didn't like about this app was that it didn't give you distance goals, it was mainly just getting you to the point where you could run non-stop for a certain amount of time.
I have to give myself some credit, I stuck to my training pretty well until around the middle of December. I was running almost every day, increasing my endurance with the only thing really holding me back were some occasional foot pains.
My sister and I even went onto NikeID and designed our very own personalized running shoes! We were all in and ready to dominate.
My shoes |
My sister's shoes |
I had mixed feelings, she told me that I should keep on training and try and run it, so that was my plan. Unfortunately with Christmas and holiday foods, my training slowed to a standstill. The last week of the year I was talking with my younger, yet wise beyond his years, brother and he told me to just walk the half with my sister and then when her foot is better we can try and run another one. This thought had come across my mind previously, but I really didn't want to seem like I was quitting or taking the easy way out. After thinking about it, I came to the conclusion that my brother was right. I started this whole thing with my sister and I wanted to finish it with her too.
Sooooo, as you can imagine, after I made the decision to walk the half, my training went from a standstill to nonexistent. As race day came closer I was going through numbers in my head and to finish the race in 3hrs, which my sister insisted would be possible, we would have to walk roughly a little over 4 miles an hour!! That is some pretty fast walking.
Jump to race day! It was freezing, but we were up bright and early to take on White Rock Lake! As my sister and I were waiting in the car with the heater on before we had to line up at the start, we could point out the "hardcore" runners as we called them. You could totally spot them because they were barely clothed. Right before we lined up, we spotted a girl who we referred to as "the naked girl" who was wearing a teeny tank and shorts, you could see the goose bumps on her arms as she was hovering by the space heater outside.
And we're off!! We start out jogging to get out of the crowd, but soon after my sister insists on starting our walking adventure. I try and get out of dodge of the runners, but apparently they can not go around you, they must go right through you. They're almost as bad as the bikers..."LEFT". Anyways, we are all good until about mile 7...then the numbness of your lower body starts to really be apparent and you realize that there is still half of the race left. By this time my foot is killing me so I know my sister's foot must be almost unbearable, but we push through the pain. At about the 2 1/2 hour mark we still had 4 miles to go. I knew what I had to do at that point, I had to go on without my sister in an attempt to finish this thing in under 3hrs. Let me tell you what, that last mile seriously seems like forever long.
Finally I get to the finish, unfortunately not in my 3hr timeframe, I think my official time was 3hrs and 16min. I pass the finish line to hear my name announced and then I get handed a small piece of paper with an "I'm sorry." THEY FREAKING RAN OUT OF MEDALS!!! The paper stated that because there was a larger than expected turn out I can expect my medal in the mail in about 3 to 4 weeks.
So I limp over to the finale picture area, defeated, no medal and smile. I finished this bitch. My sister finished about 15 min. later, come to find out she tripped and "went flying through the air" according to her...wish I was there to witness that. :-)
Before the race |
After the race (my sister's glove got torn in her fall) |
On the bright side, look what came in the mail on Thursday!!! Better late than never right!!??
My journey to become a runner may not have been super smooth, but not everyone can say they have completed a half marathon! 1 is good enough for me! Ha!