Hooray for us, we ran the half. It was fun. See how much fun I was having at mile 4? Nils was a little less enthusiastic than I, as this picture illustrates. He wore his Sunday socks, because they're the only socks he has that aren't cotton. I love that he wore his Sunday socks. We're such amateurs.
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| I don't know why I can't just be normal. |
Here's my concise summary of the event: It was really fun until mile 11.5ish. At mile 12, I would have hitched a ride had we not been on the Jordan River Trail. I don't know what it was, but that last mile just about did me in. I had no energy left and no motivation. I didn't want to quit, I just didn't want to run anymore. I would have been perfectly fine walking really, really slowly the rest of the way. Nils pulling on my arm helped me slog my way to the finish line.
I kept trying to imagine that one of our kids was at the finish line on fire or something, but that didn't do anything for me, because I knew they were with Grandma being stuffed silly with candy. I didn't take any gels or food at the aid stations because I was paranoid about getting a stomach ache. I stayed plenty hydrated, but I wonder if eating anything would have made any difference that last mile.
I wanna do it again! My goals for next time are to run a little faster, and to not want to lay down on the asphalt during 12 and 13.1. We all have to reach for something, don't we?
