Last weekend was an amazing weekend. Running (mostly) the half marathon is something that has changed me (sorry to sound superficial). A year ago, I couldn’t run for
two three five minutes. When I signed up to the Disney Princess Half Marathon, I didn’t realize how much work and commitment I’d have to put into making that goal a reality.
But I did it!
Plus, I got to meet some amazing people. I’m already planning to sign up for next year’s run.
The morning of the race, I got out of bed before the alarm went rang out. I hadn’t slept much and my stomach was in knots.
Nerves? Why now? I wasn’t aiming to compete against any hard core athletes. I just wanted to finish the 13.1 miles in a somewhat decent time.
I tried to eat breakfast but it just wouldn’t go down. So, I got dressed and went on down to the lobby to meet Krystyn and get on the bus to the line up. It took 20 minutes to find my friend, Page (which is a real miracle as we had no cell phones and it was crowded).
It was COLD. The number of people were incomprehensible. There were thousands and thousands of women there. Thousands willing to get up at two something to go stand in the cold so they could run 13.1 miles.
My muscles began to tense and ache while standing in the cold. Still, the excitement warmed my heart. Finally, the last corral was walked to the start line and we were off… running and cheering each other on.
All in all, things went well during the run. Except that my back and side began hurting. And I started getting winded.
“Obviously, I need to focus on more hills in my training,” I thought. Little did I know.
The entertainment was top-notch and inspired me to keep plugging along
though I think someone was out to do us in with those awful gel packets because you can’t spit that crap out!
I was never so excited to see a finish line in my life!
My husband and I spent the day with Page and her husband in Epcot. You could say we ate and drank our way around the world.
By the end of the night, I was hacking and barking the most awful cough. In a fevered haze, I knew I was going down with a real kicker.
Three doctor visits and 9 medicines later, I am happy to announce I’M ALIVE (even if I still have a little bit of a barky cough)!
In a few more days, I’ll be ready to lace up those running shoes, again. For so long, I’ve been trying to feel like a runner. I think I’m almost there.