Saturday we "carb loaded", I literally drank 100 ounces of water, I worried, I worked a little, and I worried, I got my race packet, and I worried, we went to a play, and then I worried some more, we took the kids to my parents and them I worried some more. Y'all I was friggin' obsessed! I could not stop being nervous. I was more nervous than when I got married or gave birth to either of my kids. It was ridiculous! I was sooo scared. Scared of what? Scared that I trained soooo hard but it wasn't enough, scared that I would disappoint myself if I did not finish in under 2 and half hours like I had planned, scared of the unknown...I don't freakin' know but I was a basket case! Poor Corey, I am still wondering how I am still alive and how the hell he didn't punch me in face. I was a wreck.
Sunday, we woke up at 5 am and I was much better. Not sure how or why but I was better. We laced up our shoes and ate breakfast (coffee, a cliff bar and a bagel). We got Lauren at 6 am and I was still ok. We got to the race and it is all fuzzy...
Sweet Caroline played, then the national Anthem- Goosebumps! It was awesome. Me and 6,000 of my fellow runners were off! Miles 1-8 were fine(ish)..mile 8- started to suck, mile 9- I was hurting- I got water, drank a little, walked while a drank it (that felt great!), mile 10 - was the same, something was hurting I can't remember what but it was unpleasant, mile 11 - was hard as shit! I was digging deep...something was happening to me- I felt really weird, like I might past out, tears came down- but I sucked it up and kept on, mile 12 - was miserable! Would you believe that they put a huge hill right at the end- JERKS!! Total jerks! I hit 13 and THANK You Sweet JESUS, I saw the FINISH line!
2:21!!!(9 minutes under my goal) I did it! I freakin' did it y'all!
True Story: Corey runs much faster than us, last year he beat my time by 34 mins. He had planned on running the first couple miles with us and then go on his way but for some reason he decided to stick by me. I can count on one hand how many fights we have been in. We don't fight. He knows I'll win. :) well yesterday we fought...I cursed him out actually. He had a watch on and was keeping time...I was so flippin' done I asked if I walked the rest of the way if I'd make it under my goal...he said "no", then he said "we will start running again at the street sign" and before the street sign he started running...so I yelled at him "that's why I f****** hate running with you..(other stuff was said but I can't remember now)". People scattered around us..they were scared! I have to laugh now...we don't fight and I NEVER say that word! Geeez Satan?! Get behind me!
Anyways, that was my 13 point freakin' one in a nut shell! Thank you to Corey for sticking by my side, and Lauren for being my partner (let's not do anything that stupid again), to my parents for keeping the kiddos and making signs and shirts!, to Addie for the "after race package" that consisted of candy, a pedicure gift card and a Starbucks gift card and to all my friends and family for encouraging me with emails, texts, and words. Y'all rock my face off!
Today, my knees are killer! Feels like someone beat them for 2 hours and 21 mins on pavement yesterday..oh wait. I am literally crawling up and down the stairs! I actually feel fine other than that though.
All and all I am glad I did it. It was clearly NOT easy at all! and I have no desire to do it again. I still like running, I am just not a fan of long distance running.
Now for pictures....
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