|We take running VERY seriously.|
1. It was the Shamrock Half Marathon. I can't really remember why I chose this one. Maybe because it was close, maybe I had heard great things, maybe friends had suggested it? My brother and I had previously ran in the Wicked 10k and Virginia is for Lovers 14k, so maybe we figured to just keep going. Either way, it was an excellent choice. (Yes, J&A only had three races back then! They've grown SO much!)
|My mom made me this amazing shadow box to hold my first medals!|
2. I made up my own training plan. So, I was in college and I ran a lot. It was a great stress reliever, I had friends who ran, and I had the most gorgeous place ever to run. The only real plan was to keep running whenever I felt like it and then add a mile to my long run each weekend. How nice would that be to do that now? I remember coming home and telling my roommate that I ran 7 miles and I had never done that before and I was super excited. She was very patient listening to all my running talk. (She still is.) For some reason, I did my 9 miler and 10 miler on the treadmill. I guess I was scared then, too, of getting stuck far away? Someone had told me that 10 miles was the longest I needed to run before my race, because "if you can do 10 you can do 13." Well, ok.
3. I was faster than I anticipated. I remember being blown away by the fact that I had to put a predicted race time. "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW!?" I ended up running about 30 minutes faster than I had anticipated. Not a bad feeling.
4. I didn't use any fuel. Probably had something to do with the fact that in college you're invincible and a beast. I just didn't feel the need for it like I do now. Also, at that point I had never even really heard of it. When I was handed a Gu on the race course I held on to it until mile 9 and then took it. I will never forget the disgusting, warm (from holding it for 3 miles) strawberry mess. (So, I also ran in the race shirt. I figured that if they gave it to me then it must be a good shirt to run in haha! So glad I'm too cool for that now.) Basically, I had no idea of everything that running could entail.
|Does pizza count?|
5. I swore it was my last. Don't get me wrong, I was SO proud of myself for finishing. I tell people all the time that there's no feeling like crossing the finish line of your first half. I remember the second I stopped running my quads cramped up in a major way. It was horrible! My brother and I didn't even stay for the post race party and just hobbled back to the hotel. It took me a whole year until I was ready to tackle another one.
What was your first half (or other race!) like? Have a great weekend! Good luck to everyone running Shamrock this weekend! Come say hi at the expo!