I’m gonna have to say crossing the finish line at my first half marathon.
Up until that moment I had no idea that I could run 13.1 miles. The longest I had gone in preparation for the race was 10 miles, so I knew I could do that. Hell, I even thought that 3 extra miles probably wound’t even be that bad, but boy was I wrong! The last 3 miles of this race were terrible! I never once thought about quitting though, that just wasn’t an option. I had my sights set on 13.1 miles and I was going to get there no matter how long it took me!
3 hours, 9 minutes, and 32 seconds after starting, I finally crossed the finish line. Things didn’t go as I had planned. My previously injured hip was acting up, I was dehydrated, I didn’t fuel properly so I was feeling pretty shitty overall, but at that moment it didn’t matter. I didn’t care how absolutely slow I was, how tired/hungry I felt, or how badly my injured hip felt, I finally felt like a “real” runner.
Luke was waiting for me with a big hug at the barrier. I laughed and said “Luke I just did a half marathon!” Seriously, I was so proud of myself. I had set out to run a half marathon and I did it! Getting handed my very first medal was pretty exciting too!
The full recap of my first half marathon can be found here, if you’re interested! 🙂