Well, it’s all over. Three months of preparation, 12 hours of driving, 2+ hours of running and my first half marathon is in the bag. When I thought about what I wanted to share about my experience, so many thoughts ran through my mind! Do I reflect on my training experience and tell about stumbling over 3 foot snow banks with my fellow Mamas during our long runs and how I tried (unsuccessfully) to rescue a trapped raccoon? Do I share how uplifting my fellow runners were on Sunday: the parents pushing their disabled children, the teams in matching shirts running “in honor” of a lost loved one, or the runners that kept going even though the crowds had already gone off to party in the beer tent? Should I share how Mama S, Mama E and I spent two days talking about poop: what we should eat so we could poop before the race, how to handle ERDP (excited race day poop)*, and what are we going to do if the urge hits us during the race?!?!?! Do I try to explain the overwhelming sense of accomplishment I felt at the finish? How it continued when I got home and my family called me their hero, and how it continues today as friends and family congratulate me?
After kicking my thoughts around for a few days, I decided that the most exciting part of this journey for me is that I said that I would NEVER run a half marathon. That I had no desire to do such a crazy thing. That I could NEVER run that far. Well, NEVER no longer exists in my vocabulary. I challenge you today to pick a race you NEVER thought you could do. Sign up. And ROCK IT!! I know you will NEVER regret it!
*I do not take credit for this funny acronym, it was posted by someone on the Yuengling marathon site over the weekend!