When I ran my first half, I was over the moon. It’s not something I ever thought I would be able to do. I thought I was going to run another last October, but life kind of got in the way. It was extremely hard for me to come to grips with the idea that I had set out to do something and wasn’t going to do it. Also? I was nervous I wouldn’t do as well and would let myself down. It sounds silly, but I ran a crazy-fast (for me) pace in that first half. I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to match it. I had all but turned off all thoughts off ever running another… until yesterday.
Mrs. R and I decided to run the Cocoa Half Marathon relay a couple of months ago.
I knew it was long enough that I’d need to train some (ie, get back into a regular running schedule without it ruling my life) and that it would be do-able after the holidays. I actually didn’t end up training, which is just plain nuts–I still want a regular running schedule. I don’t want to be a chronic race runner.
When I got to the hand off point, though, I knew I could’ve kept going. It was such a pretty run, and it went by super quickly. I took the chicken route signing up for the relay instead of the half.
I headed to the finish line to wait for Mrs. R, and I all I could think about it how I’ve been holding myself back.
I know–especially if I get back into a routine–that I can absolutely run another half. This was a fun change of pace, though, and I think I might be able to work a little on speed at that distance (it was a little longer than a 10K).
We enjoyed all the post-race goodies (it was called the Cocoa Half Marathon–there’s the real reason I signed up).
I’m so glad Mrs. R ran with me! I’m glad I have the confidence to step out and run another half sometime in the near(ish) future.
Sorry to all the Rev Your Lifers we graced with our stinky-ness after!