I can honestly say there were parts of me that didn't think I could do it. And I was by no means fast. I'm pretty sure there were walkers who finished ahead of me. But I did it.
This morning I woke up bright and early at 5:30 am, quickly changed into my clothes which had all been laid out obsessively the night before.
Walked the dog, then bikeshared to the start of the race. I have to say being able to take the short bike ride before the race worked out well. I got to stretch my calves well and it warmed up my legs.
By the time the race was about to start I was feeling pretty nervous. I didn't think I could do it, and I didn't want to make a fool out of myself. Luckily it was pretty low key. I think most of the people around me were there to just have fun and not worry so much about their time.
Then I went 13.1 miles. I won't go into the mile by mile details. I didn't take pictures because I haven't quite mastered the doing two things at once, and as I said, I was worried about finishing in the time frame allotted. All I need to say is some miles felt great, and other miles felt awful. By the time I hit 11 my legs didn't really want to move anymore.
Now I am the proud owner of a lovely sea foam green finisher's shirt, a pair of very sore hips, a number of ridiculously sized blisters on my feet (Not pictured)
And a gorgeous silver Tiffany's finisher necklace. Which I kind of love.
