My second half marathon has come and gone. It’s hard to believe it’s over. Hours of training. Running. Stressing. And just like that, it’s complete.
I wasn’t even sure I was going to be able to run back in September. You see, I am
blessed screwed with having bad veins in my right leg. Earlier in July, I went back to my vascular surgeon and it became increasingly apparent that something had to be done to alleviate the pain I would experience all the time. This time, the OR was not needed and it was a simple in-office procedure. It all happened so fast. Once insurance approved the procedure, the doc had an opening the following Tuesday. With the half in the back of my mind, it was way more important to fix this issue than run. There will always be another race. The procedure went well; recovery even better and before I knew it, ten days later, I was back to running. When I realized I wouldn’t miss the half, I was ecstatic.
Fast forward to October 18th, a crisp, autumn morning in Morristown. Ready or not, dressed up as a Huntress and Friar Tuck, it was go time. The first four miles had four pretty steep elevation inclines. I remember thinking, at mile three, “I have ten more miles to go. I can’t go another ten.” But then we hit mile 5 and I fell into my stride and felt really great. Getting out of my own head and knowing I have it in me to finish this race pushed me to keep going.
My goal for this race was to beat my first half time of 2:24:00, which I didn’t. But with the amount of
hills mountains that I ran, I was so pleased with my chip time of 2:25:35. I don’t think that was my last half marathon. So there is still time to beat my PR.