Another week goes down in the books! I can’t believe I’ll be running this race so soon! I have to admit, I’m actually getting really excited,
the longer I train the more confident I feel about actually being able to run this thing. But this week was a little strange for me. You know the saying, “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas?” Well, that was not so much the case for me.
My sister Hannah and I were there for an appearance and while I was there I decided to get a tattoo. Not that big of a deal, but in the whim of the moment I thought it would be awesome to put the tattoo on the top of my foot. When I made this decision I was thinking about how adorable it would look in heels and strappy sandals. I was not thinking about healing time or not being able to run. That’s right, not being able to run for four days. Moral of the story is: Don’t get a tattoo on your foot when training for a half-marathon.
Mission accomplished! I hope all of you participating had as fabulous of a day as I did on Sunday. Crossing that finish line felt totally unreal, but I have to say, I was happy to finish when I did! If I had to run up another hill, I might have keeled over and died. How killer were they? I am going to have to start training now for next years race so that I can bust through them!
And how about that amazing weather? The sun was shining, the temperature was just right, and if you ask me, we could not have had a better day!
I started the race feeling really strong, but by mile six, I could feel my energy level start to wear down. I have tried using all of the different types of energy replacements in the running world, but have found that none of them really help me—and actually make me cramp—so I decided against them on race day. I probably should have been more prepared, but after a quick sip of Gatorade at the refueling station and I was feeling a little better. The best feeling of the whole race was getting to mile 12 and realizing that I only had one more mile to go. I think I started running faster in hopes of finishing sooner! Such a feeling of accomplishment!
I wasn’t really prepared for the soreness to kick in, but to reward myself, I took Monday off from work (so happy that I did because I could barely walk up and down stairs!), and treated myself to a massage and a mani/pedi. I would say that I totally deserved it!
How did you recover from Sunday’s race?