That’s right – I ran my fifth 13.1. Somehow, unbeknownst to me, I managed to run the race in under 10 minutes per mile and ended with a 2:09 finish. I have no idea how this happened and I’m still shocked at how much energy I had during the race. When I hit mile 12 and realized I was going to finish I started sobbing. Silly that I would be so emotional about a race, I know. The road to recovery is equally as emotionally challenging as it is physically. I quickly quit the crying when it started making it difficult to breathe and focused on putting one foot in front of the other.
I was greeted at the end by friends and was relieved to have no bloody toes or other fun injuries. I celebrated by taking a bike ride to meet my sister for frozen yogurt and going to a BBQ with friends.
How do I feel? In a word, relieved. I can still run. After forcing my body into submission through training and complete ignorance of any form of pain during the race, I finally feel like my body is mine again.
Also, I’m reminded of the awesome things the body can do, so it’s time to step it up on the fuel it’s getting and restorative sleep. No rest or room for slacking for me – I won a bid to the Nike Women’s Marathon in October. Full speed ahead!