Before the race started, CT and I went out to get a picture in front of the starting line. I have to admit, I was so nervous. Not really for the running part, but for the keeping a baby entertained and happy for 2.5+ hours part. He has done fantastic on our training runs, but there were a few times he started to fuss by mile 9 and I had to cut our run short.
People thought I was crazy when they saw me line up for the half marathon (there was a 5k as well) with the stroller. One man asked, "Are you really going to run all 13 miles with the baby?!"
Yup! I was and I did. When I originally started training for this half marathon I figured I would train with CT and when it came time to run without him my time and pace would be fantastic considering I had trained with him all that time. Then, as the date got closer and I completed a 5k and a 10k with him, I started to think it would be pretty awesome to say I ran a half marathon with him before he turned 1. Even more awesome that we did all that in the first 9 months of his life.
|Not the best quality, but a great iPhone pic from my hubby as we got going.|
As always, once we got rolling my competitive edge sparked as I passed a few people my goals altered slightly. I still wanted that 12 minute pace, but I also didn't want to let anyone pass me that I had passed along the way.
In the end, I finished with a less than 12 minute mile pace (official times have not yet been released) and I passed 5 people without allowing any of them to pass me back.
Let's just look at this next picture and witness the relief I felt to cross that finish line.
Can I just fess up about something here?
I almost cried when I saw the hot air balloon indicating that the end was near. This was, by far, the hardest course I have ever run. I will not discount what we did, what I did, in this race. If you're from around our area, you may be aware of how steep, hilly, curvy, hilly, and rural this course is. Did I mention hilly? After the race, I seriously felt like I had delivered a baby.
And maybe in a way I did...talk about melodramatic. But really though...it was hard. And I won't pretend it wasn't because I hate when people act like something is so easy for them when in reality it took a lot of time, commitment, and willpower to stick it through.
There were times when I wanted to walk, but that pacing goal would pop into my mind and I couldn't walk. There were times when I had to stop and stretch my arms because even when you are walking up the hill, there isn't much relief when you're walking up the hill pushing a stroller. I'm fairly certain I am going to lose at least one toe nail - going downhill put a lot of pressure on those piggies of mine.
I'm not complaining even though it may sound like I am. I am documenting. I want to remember this day because I'm pretty damn proud of myself to be honest.
I ran 13.1 miles, pushing my baby in a stroller, <10 b="" months="" nbsp="" post-partum="">Let's hear it for the moms!10>
I want to say a special THANK YOU to everyone that donated to Victory Junction and supported us as we trained and ran for the cause. If you are interested in donating, you can until November 30 by clicking this link. Thank you in advance!