So on Saturday morning, I decided "Hey, let's get up at 5 a.m. and walk 13.1 miles!" Because, you know, that seems like something perfectly normal and sane people do, right? Right?
But no, I had trained, and t his was a goal of mine since Aubrey was born, and dammit, I was going to do it.
It was the Indianapolis Women's Mini Marathon, and it was set to start downtown on Saturday. I'm no going to lie...I was nervous. I mean, sure, I did a mini marathon walking before but that was before Aubrey. Having a child has kind of kicked my butt. But I thought I was ready. And then there was the weather. We were set to get the remnants of Hurricane Issac, and I was petrified it would pour the whole morning. Luckily it didn't, but I was obsessively refreshing the weather.com browser checking on the chances of rain until T made me close the computer screen down.
So we got up at 5 a.m. on Saturday, and I was set to go. Nervous, but set to go.
Why, yes, it was dark out when the race started. I met up with a friend of mine to walk the race. We walked together most of it, for about 10 miles, but she was having a hard time pushing it, and I really wanted to kick it into high gear the last three miles. So, with her blessing, I took off. I must have hauled ass, too, because I finished about 20 minutes in front of her. And I kind of paid for it with how I felt in the end.
It was humid. Lord, it was humid. And I ran the last 0.1 of the 13.1. They gave us a rose, medals, and there were mimosas and beers at the end. I love this picture because Aubrey is looking at me like "ew, you smell, Mom!" T did have her up and cheering for me as I ran by, and she actually clapped her hands when she saw me. I loved it.
I finished 3:27, with a 15:51 pace. I think I could have done faster if I had walked on my own, but I'm not sure I would have survived. Apparently I didn't drink enough because I started cramping in a bad, bad way when we were walking towards the after party area. And apparently I was really out of it. So T spent the rest of the day forcing water on me. Nain was a bit dehydrated.
This is what happens after you spend the morning walking 13.1 miles....
Now, don't call me crazy here...but I'm tempted to do another half marathon late October. Like I said, do NOT call me crazy. For now I'm just happy I finished. Whoo!
So this really isn't "motivation" per se, but I had to talk about it. Hope everyone has a great Monday! I'll be hobbling along all day today, I'm sure...