I ran my very first half marathon on May 20th. The experience was terrifying, emotional, draining, hard, and fantastic all at once.
I did not run it alone. You see, I have crazy fantastic friends that run/walk too. One crazy fantastic friend grabbed an entry just a week or two before the race!
I'm on the far right and the lady next to me is my running-buddy-4-life Libby. Without her to push and support me, I never would have
continued on this path to running a half marathon (or 2!).
The required pre-race shoe shot
Libby is a ten (eleven?) year cancer survivor and always includes others hit with cancer in her races. The list is, sadly, pretty large, but it's such a beautiful tribute. Unfortunately, she had to include a good friend of mine who passed away just 10 days before the half. I would be lying if I didn't admit that seeing her name was a wrench in my side.
The race itself went (mostly) beautifully. It rained almost the entire time, like a Portland race should. Within the first 3 miles, I saw these things:
Beautiful downtown Portland.
Carpet on the Hawthorne Bridge (my favorite bridge!)
Honey Badger!
I didn't have a goal set other than to finish around 3:00 hours. Yes, I am a slow runner. But I am still out there doing it. 13.1 miles is no joke! I finished at 2:52 (Garmin time, chip time didn't include 2 stoplights I had to wait for) which I was more than happy with.
Space blankets rock!!
We followed the race with pedicures (the best thing EVER after a hard run) and a towed car. I did not know I would be running my second half just a month later.To be continued....
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