I’ve always wanted to run a half marathon but never had the courage, confidence or the discipline. I turned 50 and decided to go for it. I was determined to run my first half marathon that year. No more excuses.
Some of our closest friends live near the race location so we also used the race as an opportunity to visit. That gave me another reason to look forward to the day and it actually worked out perfectly.
On the other hand, I was bummed, totally bummed, as I had come in dead last. (If you were to look it up, you would see that my brother officially came in last but what that doesn’t tell is that my brother waited for me to push me ahead of him for record purposes, although we all know I was still last).
I did medal for my age group, however. (The ONLY one over 50 to participate).
Also, all my runs leading up to the race was in flat Florida, mostly on the road and on the treadmill. The race was half road and half trail. That part of VA has some rolling hills. There were downed trees to climb over and you had to watch every step as there were tree roots everywhere.
Though I came in last, and the terrain was so different, I still basically finished in the time I ran 13.1 miles in training. (~2.5 hrs)
My husband was a great support as well. (Yea, same guy that signed us up for the race.) He knew I needed the push to get things going. He supported me when our Friday nights meant going to bed early so I could get up early, early for my Saturday long runs.
On my long runs, he would calculate when I should be getting close to home and he would meet me on his bike so he could greet me, encourage me and provide me water. (He never admitted it but I’m sure he also wanted to be sure he didn’t have to come find me somewhere along the route).