One race closer to my goal of 12 half marathons in 2012!
A windy but otherwise perfect morning for a race. The scenery is breathtaking.
I met up with blogger and Twelve In Twenty Twelve runner, Suz from Cows and Lasers and Everything In Between. We met for lunch the day before and then again at the start. Meeting Suz was one of many favorites about this race.
This race was more about who was with me at the start and waiting for me at the finish, my dad.
And my brothers. This was the first time they have seen me run a race. Having them there meant more to me than anything. My youngest brother wants to run a half with me in November and my oldest brother says he just doesn’t get it LOL
Another shot of the beach because I couldn’t get enough.
The finish. At this point, with the 86% humidity and a head cold or whatever I felt like someone was sitting on my chest. It was hard to catch my breath. Not a fun feeling at all. I finished the race disappointed in my time. Despite being sick I expected a better pace. I started feeling great with a 9:20ish pace until mile 8. And the disappointment was even more so knowing that my family was at the finish line. Guess what. The people in the photos above, along with the rest of my family, were proud of me despite my time and pace. They were able to see the accomplishment for what it is!!
Admittedly it has taken me a few days but I have finally come to appreciate the joy that is finishing and the pride in the accomplishment of running 13 miles. Don’t get me wrong. Pace is still important and you can bet that my goal is still a half PR and then a sub 2:00 half!
And I’m actually ordering race photos!
And the bling? A bottle opener. Unique and so appropriate for a beach city race
Something that has been on my mind since last weekend. I’m often around people that run 13+ miles on a regular basis. I read running blogs, magazines and books. Maybe my perception of running is slightly skewed and just maybe I’ve lost sight of how wonderful the accomplishment of running really is. One of the first texts I got from my husband after the half was “Remember. You just ran 13 miles.” Lesson
What is your perspective? Do you still truly appreciate the accomplishment of running? How has your perspective changed or has it?
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