Nearly a month ago, I did this spontaneous thing where I committed to running a half-marathon. Normally, when people make the decision to run a half-marathon, they allow at least a couple of months of training to gear up for 13.1 miles of running.
What did I do?
I signed up a week before the race.
In my defense, I do run almost every single day and have been on a few 10+ runs over the course of the past couple months, so it is not quite as far fetched of an idea as it probably sounds.
On September 27, I woke up at the crack of dawn in order to be at the starting line in plenty of time to stretch and warm-up before the gun was fired at 7am.
It was a beautiful morning and I was greeted by a breathtaking sunrise. (The picture from my phone does it no justice)
Since my most dedicated fans (aka mom and dad) were not able to make the trip to Illinois to cheer for me, I wrote some words on my hands to help encourage myself throughout the race.
|The picture was taken post-race, so it is a little smeared from my excessive sweating|
My dad always says "Get moving, Amanda!" when I race. I specifically remember a time where I was not thrilled about hearing it during an 8th grade 800-meter race. Now it gives me a little burst of energy during races.
Meanwhile, while I was running, three of my friends came to support me and were in control of my camera. As you can see below, they struggled a little to find the race route.
Also, I just need to give a little shout out to Carly (pictured below, canoodling with the police officer.) Did you know that she is the world's fastest nacho server? (Inside joke...don't question these things!)
The first 5-miles of the race were wonderful. I felt strong and was even among the top females overall. However, the second half of the race, I slowly felt more and more fatigued. For the first time in my life, I had to walk for a brief amount of time in my race. Even though I was disappointed in myself for stopping, I also realized that since I hadn't trained as much as a person should, I couldn't have too high of expectations for myself.
|Way more tired mid-way through the race than I had anticipated.|
|Did you ever see such an attractive facial expression?!?|
13.1 miles will do that to a person!
I ended up finishing 5th in my age division with a time of 1:48:55. I was so worried that the second half of the race would kill my time, but I ended up achieving my goal of obtaining a time within the 1:40's. If I decide to run another, I am hoping that more training will help me shave off a few more minutes and finish stronger.
Also, a HUGE thank you to my friends Abby, Carly, and Des for coming and cheering for me. I don't know how I would have survived without these girls yelling things like "You got this sista!" or "Way to go, ya little beast!" They are truly the best, because I can't imagine how boring it must have been to stand around at 7am on a Saturday morning and watch people run for a couple of hours. Dedicated friends right there!