This past week we ran a half marathon race as our long run. This is a race I have run each year since I started this distance running endeavor. This particular race is the first half marathon I ever ran (in 2007) and this race was my ninth half marathon race completed.
On Sunday the weather was perfect and I felt optimistic at the start. Midway through the course when I finally acknowledged to myself that I was feeling strong and happy (rather than struggling, which I have done in other half marathons), I felt like I was actually realizing some of the benefits of the marathon training. Running 13 didn't like as big of a deal when I have completed 16, 18, and 20-mile runs. I ran this race hard, but with a fun attitude, and was rewarded with a PR to boot. Yahoo!
One motivating factor was that I had to finish quickly because Amelia was singing in church the Sunday morning of the race. With an 8:00 start, and knowing that if all went well (race started on time, I didn't get injured, I ran at a predicatable pace, etc.) I might have a shot of being in the car on the way home by 10:15, which would give me enough time for a quick shower and still get to the church before 11:00. Turns out I was home earlier than expected, had time for a full shower (I even dried my hair!), got dressed in a skirt and HEELS, ate a snack, and was at church by 10:55.
A lot of my good feelings about this event stem from the fact that it was mentally rewarding for me in many respects. I have been struggling personally with some work-related issues that have been dragging me down lately, so having this race as a boost to feel proud of a minor accomplishment was very rewarding, and honestly much-needed to help my sanity. Check out that big grin on my face a few minutes after crossing the finish line. This is a genuine smile, which I hope to replicate on marathon day.
Hooray! It's amazing how good a race can make you feel, huh?
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