Oh yes, that is right, we CHOSE to inflict torture upon ourselves. And yes I chose a neon orange headband that conflicted immensely with my hair color, though in the above photo my hair is embracing the tone of the green light shining behind us....
I spent the first 3 miles mentally abusing myself for signing up for the half marathon and getting my sister to do it with me. She's a veteran marathoner. She's done a full marathon and did a half marathon just 6 weeks before this. It was something I had thought would be a great thing on a rare good day. One of those days when I make goals and am all together productive beyond the normal making sure the kids are fed and relatively clean.
The second three miles I just focused on getting close to the halfway point. My sister talking to me helped, and making me run when I didn't want to, and just generally being there. So I'm glad she joined me on this adventure. Once we made it past the half way point
The hardest point was miles 8 and 9. And maybe 10. Those were hard. Really really hard. Like to the point where my sister was walking next to me as I attempted to jog. That's right, I was jogging and not really going anywhere. Then we made it past mile 11. and then look there was
And I did it. I even forced myself to run the last little stretch that had people layered on either side. It hurt. I got a medal because I went 13.1 miles on foot in three hours and nine minutes.
Two of our cousins (sisters also) did the 10K, and we were excited to get to meet up with them at the end.
My mother was not happy that she didn't recognize us going across the finish line, what with our faces contorted in pain and all......