So Charlie and I ran another half marathon. I didn't get to train for this one very much. Instead of doing four or five long runs to acclimate myself like a good running plan lays out, I got in one measly 9 mile run. And it was a month before the race! Not recommended.
Here's a race photo proof until my copy comes in the mail. My finish time (2:10:56) was slower than my first go at this. But I'll take it--all I have to do is remember that a couple of years ago I couldn't even run a mile without stopping (truly!). So finishing any race makes me smile. I am officially a runner. Never thought I'd say that.
In fact--as further proof I'm still digging this running experiment--the day after the half, I signed up for another half marathon. It's the Woodrow Wilson Bridge Half Marathon. And I'm so excited because I'm running it with my bestie. She's a runner but it's her first half! We met in 8th grade and have done so much together--from Robert Palmer and Bon Jovi concerts, permed hair, and questionable fashion choices to Maid of Honor duties, pregnancies, reunions, and play dates. But it's our first race! And it's right around our birthdays. It's going to be awesome.
Charlie is not running this one and I have visions of him bringing the boys to cheer me on. With cute signage. And custom shirts? Even pennants, maybe? These are just ideas off the top of my head, mind you... I'm usually not at all about making a fuss over me. But every time I see a kid cheering on their mom from the race sidelines, I melt. That's officially what I would like for my birthday.