Standing in a pack of thousands, waiting for the start, I wondered again.
And at mile 11, I really wondered what made me think I could ever run a half marathon.
But on the other side of it, completely stiff and sore -- you should see me hobble downstairs -- I am absolutely astounded and amazed that I ran 13.1 miles at 7 a.m on a Saturday.
If you would have asked me a year ago if I thought I would have ever run a half marathon, I might have laughed. Why run that far and for that long?
I can answer that now.
Training and completing a half marathon has give me a small high on achieving goals -- I feel like there a lot of things that I can accomplish, if I really train and prep for it.
Running is also partially therapy for me. I don't run with music but just let my thoughts go with my feet, and that time now feels necessary. And I have to say honestly that the days that I run are often so much better -- there's something to be said for runner's highs!
The half-marathon was also fun. It was a perfect, sunny day with crowds lining the streets and bands playing every mile. I ran along an interstate, through a park lined by million dollar homes and on a major highway that crests up through skyscrapers, giving views of the moutains, Sound and cityscape.
And when I finished, I ate a huge stack of buckwheat-wholewheat huckleberry pancakes covered with wild blueberries, raspberries, fresh whipped cream and honey syrup and felt so good about every bite.
The crazy thing is that I think I'm going to run another. Portland, see you in October for the next 13.1.
linking up to Blair for life lately!