Lincoln Half Marathon: Completion
The culmination of my 12 week half marathon training program has finally come and gone.
The last few weeks of my training was a little rocky. I was out of state twice and began to lose my motivation. I got to the point where I just wanted it to be over. I was tired of forcing myself to do work outs that I hated even more than the usual work outs I do. And that’s saying something.
The morning of the race, Sunday, May 1, Trevor and I woke up at 4 am. We wanted to make sure our bodies were alive and ready and we wanted to give ourselves plenty of time so we wouldn’t go into panic mode. We got our bibs pinned on and the body glide applied and we were out the door.
After we parked, I paused in the car really quick to rethink the entire situation. Did I really need to do this? I decided yes and got out of the car. It was about 45 degrees and raining. So let’s put this into perspective:
- I had never ran more than one mile at a time in my entire life
- Before training for this half marathon I had not ran at all in years
- I did not ease into it by running a 5k or a 10k
- In general, I am just not a runner
- I only gave myself 12 weeks to train
- It was freezing cold and raining on race day
I know what you’re thinking, why in the heck did I sign up for this thing? See posts one and two for reasoning.
So, I pretty much had everything working against me at this point. I officially started at 7:50 am and finished around 11:20. I FINISHED. That’s the main point, but let me tell you about the journey.
I started out feeling incredibly (surprisingly) positive. I was feeling good and kept telling myself, “Chloe, you are doing so well! You’re kicking ass!” I even started thinking I would sign up for it again next year, but I alter rethought that one. So, despite the cold and the rain, I was doing it and was surpassing my own expectations.
After I was able to keep running for longer than I thought I would be able to, I decided my new goal would be to finish without walking. I got to the seven mile mark (I hadn’t been able to run more than two and half miles without walking during training) and reality hit. My phone was on low battery (music), I could barely feel my hands and every joint in my legs screamed at me with every stride. I convinced myself to keep going by thinking that it wouldn’t hurt any less by walking. That thought process worked until just after the 10 mile mark.
I was in the home stretch! I had done a million three mile runs during training, but never after previously running 10. My body was falling apart. Everything hurt. I was tucking my hands tightly in my armpits to regain some feeling. I couldn’t keep up the extremely slow run. I must have looked like I was in pain because a few people passing me asked if I was ok (thank you, kind people!).
I FINALLY got within sight of the finish line. I couldn’t muster up enough mental strength to run across the finish line, but I did it. It took me three hours and thirty five minutes, but I had officially completed a half marathon.
Trevor was there waiting for me. He had done absolutely amazing and accomplished his goal of keeping his time under 100 minutes. I should mention that Trevor is not a runner either and totally blew me away. I’m so proud of him.
After I stumbled my way through the crowd and found Trevor waiting for me, we hugged and I cried. I couldn’t believe we had finally done it. Twelve weeks doesn’t sound like a long time, and looking back it feels like it went by fast, but we had finally done what we set out to do. We both accomplished something we never thought we could do. I can’t explain the feeling of pride and joy I had for both of us after that race.
So, in the end, it was worth it because I did find that moment of self-pride I was hoping for. I also learned that I will never run a half marathon again.
Lastly, I want to thank everyone who pushed me to keep going throughout this process. I probably would have given up without the countless good luck wishes and motivational pep talks. Thank you!